If I had a robot that could play violin
I bet that robot could open an umbrella.
I would never hire a young woman or fella
to carry my umbrella when the rains begin
but a robot is just motors and gears that spin
and I don’t think I’d feel like a male Cruella
if a robot kept the rain off my medulla
when it didn’t have a fiddle under its chin.
I’d still play music with my mechanical man.
I’d come inside, dry, from walking in the real rain
and with my wet robot put on a little show.
With me playing synthesizer the best I can,
Molly Malone’s pretty ghost would sing her refrain,
selling cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh.
I bet that robot could open an umbrella.
I would never hire a young woman or fella
to carry my umbrella when the rains begin
but a robot is just motors and gears that spin
and I don’t think I’d feel like a male Cruella
if a robot kept the rain off my medulla
when it didn’t have a fiddle under its chin.
I’d still play music with my mechanical man.
I’d come inside, dry, from walking in the real rain
and with my wet robot put on a little show.
With me playing synthesizer the best I can,
Molly Malone’s pretty ghost would sing her refrain,
selling cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh.
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Clockwork Musicians
Der Gelbe Hai
Tricky Times
“Now I Dream Of The Plum Rains”
Headphones And Crucibles
Sharks In Shoes
Molly Malone Redux
Three Clouds Overhead Started Shouting At Me
Clockwork Musicians
Der Gelbe Hai
Tricky Times
“Now I Dream Of The Plum Rains”
Headphones And Crucibles
Sharks In Shoes
Molly Malone Redux
Three Clouds Overhead Started Shouting At Me
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