Letras:
Buggles

There's a kid in a band Got an axe in his hand He's been learning all the chords and he's writing all the words Today you bought a new face Tried it on

Oh go johnny kick me in the head, Aimin' for the floorboard but they pick me up instead Through the ringing from the night before The engines running

All of those wild American bilinguals Who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives School days and last days out there in the Midwest They climb on

In your houses late at night Sit down cosy, kill that light Watch a movie, watch a fight Feeling safe as well you might When you dream in black and white

Every day my metal friend Shakes my bed at six am Then the shiny serving clones Run in with my telephones Talking fast I make a deal Buy the fake and

All the fools who await your return May we tell them the truth There's no way you can turn back the clock Never cling to your youth How unfortunate it

Though today you might be riding The engines of progress Working in the major factories Call me if you ever feel like letting go I still remember the

All of those wild american bilinguals Who talk to you in paris of their lonely lives School days and last days out there in the midwest They climb on

I love you, Miss Robot Electronically I love you, Miss Robot Programmed just to please You make love like a metronome Don't drive too fast when you take