Nine to five or ten to six, up to the city and back to the sticks   You've got to unwind your mind, you've got to unwind your mind   Sit back, switch on, your face has got a twitch on   Your fuses are blown out in a double bind   Air-conditioned, psycho-analysed, you're very nearly human,   you're so well disguised   Robot, Robot, you're a Robot, Robot   You're warm when it's cold, you're cool when it's hot   Your life is recorded on a micro-dot, Robot, Robot   You'd hold the whole world in your metal claws   if it wasn't for the three laws of robotics      Automated homunculus, you queue for the paper   You queue for the bus, you're a "good morning" machine   You're a "how are you?" device   Sit back, light up, never put a fight up   Sit there fuming until your face goes green   Air conditioned, and desensitised, you're very nearly human   You're so well disguised   Robot, Robot      I am a robot   I am your slave   I can not harm you   I can only obey   The Three Laws