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I'm just a robot and I know my place,
A metal servant to the human race,
I work my can off trying to satisfy,
I know they'll disconnect me by and by.
Chip on my shoulder made of silicon,
My printed circuit's like a lexicon,
Ten billion logic functions, maybe more,
They make me pick the paper off the floor.
Solitary solenoid,
Terminally paranoid,
Marvin.
Know what really makes me mad?
They clean me with a Brillo pad.
A carwash wouldn't be so bad.
Life! Don't talk to me about life!
I'm so depressed I could expectorate,
My moving parts are in a solid state,
I want to rust in peace, switch off and lie,
In that great junk yard in the sky.
Solitary solenoid,
Terminally paranoid,
Marvin.
Nothing left to be enjoyed,
Every diode rheumatoid,
Marvin.
Outer alloy,
Inner void,
Marvin.
Happiness has been destroyed.
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