I thought I'd teach my robot to write all of my songs.      I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs,   And I'd send him out into the morning to see what he could see -   Just to roll around the city, and store it all up in his memory.   Then when he got back he could cut up the drum breaks,   Make the loops.      I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs,   And I sent off for the book that told me how to re-arrange its circuits.   I bought all the new bits it said I would need,   Then I opened my robot up,   And I got to work.      I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs,   And I spent days soldering -   Till the whole house smelt like the Paris metro,   In summertime.   And I was driving on by the thought    Of how I would have the time just to live   When he made all the loops.      And when finally I was finished,   And I switched him back on,   Nothing happened.   He didn't work at all.   And now I've spent months on him,   Hours and hours every day.   And a lot of money too.   And he just lies in pieces in the corner of the room;   Totally useless.