text: People used to ride horses
  Then they moved on to cars
  Then on to big jet planes
  And rockets to the stars
  Why’s my soul any different?
  Trapped in this delicate skin
  I’d rather be made of titanium
  And free of all my sins
  I’d rather be a robot
  I’d rather be a robot
  I’d rather be a robot
  While I’m in this world
  I’d rather be a robot writing poems
  On a Sunday afternoon
  Перестань со мной быть сильным
  И как робот стальным
  Я ведь вижу: ты устал
  И немного простыл
  Хватит с меня сомнений
  И спокойствия хватит
  Я хочу, чтоб тебя смущало
  Мое откровенное платье
  People are fragile
  And so full of fear
  Greed, rage and envy
  And wonderin’ why we’re here
  Robots are humble
  An empathetic lot
  And they aren’t constantly tortured
  By the instincts that weve got
  I’d rather be a robot
  I’d rather be a robot
  I’d rather be a robot
  While I’m in this world
  I’d rather be a robot writing poems
  On a Sunday afternoon