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.