My Robot

I thought I'd teach my robot to write all of my songs.

I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs,

And I'd send him out into the morning to see what he could see -

Just to roll around the city, and store it all up in his memory.

Then when he got back he could cut up the drum breaks,

Make the loops.

I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs,

And I sent off for the book that told me how to re-arrange its circuits.

I bought all the new bits it said I would need,

Then I opened my robot up,

And I got to work.

I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs,

And I spent days soldering -

Till the whole house smelt like the Paris metro,

In summertime.

And I was driving on by the thought

Of how I would have the time just to live

When he made all the loops.

And when finally I was finished,

And I switched him back on,

Nothing happened.

He didn't work at all.

And now I've spent months on him,

Hours and hours every day.

And a lot of money too.

And he just lies in pieces in the corner of the room;

Totally useless.