at the robot bop we dance
with concepts and ideals
and have luminescent skin
why,
at the robot bop you’ve
got wings of telephone
wires and valium
(lots of valium)
you see,
before the robot bop begins
we must tie off all our ends
we must certainly sleep-in
and make all our ammends
cuz the robot bop don’t stop
for nobody.
why,
the robot bop lives in the fourth
dimension
where they do the bop all day
smiles around the lot
hands all up in the sky saying
“we love life so we don’t try!”
ah,
the robot bop dance is fun
for all the robots.

my condition shows itself not
lest the axis of the earth should be
slightly altered to the left

for then the

moon might shine through these
trees at night and illuminate
my once pale thoughts

The morning’s come so early
and I just don’t want to talk to you
but there’s this feeling in my chest
I feel you ought to know

But the music on the stereo
it soothes the heart and calms the soul
And I don’t want to talk to you
but Baby, please don’t go