I am a mechanical man, a mechanical man   And I do the best I can   Because I have my family to look out for   I am a mechanical boy   I am my mother's toy   And I play in the backyard sometime   I am a mechanical boy   (Garbled)   The past is an illusion   Postulated mocked up through confusion   (Garbled). . . in your illusion   You live in your illusion   Ban won't wear off   I had a little monkey   And I sent him to the country   And I fed him on gingerbread   Long come a choo-choo   And knocked my monkey cuckoo   And now my monkey's dead   Ban won't wear off   'Cause my monkey's dead   Ban won't wear off you   'Cause my monkey's dead (my data is running out)   There's a feather bed in your head go in and lay down   I wonder how a brown cow   Could say moo   Down the road come my jungle partner   London bridge is falling down   Your karma's turning   Your love is burning   Hey you're goin' the wrong way   I see you out there Joe   And you think your name is Joe   I see you out there Sam   And you think your name is Sam   You ain't Joe   You ain't Sam   You just am   Have you got a level?