Down in Robot City, you might think it's play play play
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Down in Robot City, you might think it's play play play
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But a Number 5 Robot he must work in all the night and day
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Number 1 come by, he give my work to me
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Oil the flowers, fix the showers, clean the electronic trees
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Shine the light, fix it right, now listen carefully
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Don't you go romancing with that pretty Number Three
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and that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,
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Down in my heart compartment
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Down in my old magnetic sole shoes
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When I see that Number 3 I get charge all in my dial
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When I see that Number 3 my piston fills with oil
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You know what I'm talking about
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But she likes that number 1 because he's rich with
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all my toil toil toil
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That Number 3 she charm the heart of any robot man
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Moving her body like an old tin can
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If I could get my claws on her
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I would lubricate her free
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I've got a perfect action why won't she play with me
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and that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,
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Down in my heart compartment
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Down in my old magnetic sole shoes
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Well I think I'll get a ray gun
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I will see what that will do
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I think I'll get a ray gun
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I think I'll get a ZZ Special Q
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I will blast the Number 1's gaskets
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and his coils I will refuse to renew
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He seen me coming, sneak up from behind
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switched off my vision and he left me stone blind
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I could not see to blast him
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here's the ending of my tale
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He went of with Number 3 and I cursed to no avail
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and that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,
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Down in my heart compartment
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Down in my old magnetic sole shoes
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Robot Blues
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The Incredible String Band |