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