Музыка и слова Сэмюэля Люка
Gather round, sit on down,
Forget your worries, what's lost is found
Purge the data, break through strata
Dust-off your cpu, put it to a new use
Been trying to get this one out, for a good long while
The centuries turn to the past, still I lay beguiled
Involuntary remarks, for an old quandary a new
Left in the dark, what's an old robot to do?
What to do with this wild goose
If there's nothing to chase, please explain
What to do if the screw turns loose?
If there's nothing to gain,
Please explain that to me.
If your mustache makes a sandwich, serve it on a platter
Two lovley nouns they need a verb, the panda climbs the ladder
If my mouth was made for mimicry, what's a bronzed robot to chew?
Gum in my gears and bat meat in my fancy shoes.
What to do, with the panda on the roof?
Guess it makes for good imagery, please explain
What to do, with the bat meat in my fancy shoes?
I could sell it to the panda.
Please explain it to me.
I do not need uranium, or your fossil fuels,
friction from curiosity powers my hydro-tubes
Answers stem more questions and grow my algorythms anew
H: They do?
S: Yes they do
If there's no concepts to grasp what would I, robot, do
What to do if the point is moot? What's a moot anyway? (I don’t know)
H: Is it the meat in my fancy shoes?
R: Or the name of this wild goose?
S:Guess we need some good-old-fashioned explaining
All: Please explain it to me.