alright, alright, call this meeting to order/
all eyes on the video recorder/
oh, for the love of christ, who has the remote?/
never mind, watch and listen, then we抣l exchange notes/
well, this swing isn抰 sexy enough/
let抯 face it, these numbers suck/
we sell them handsome pawns to live like kings/
the barcode talks/
the red line sings, 揳lright!?
we抮e constructing icons for the suckers tonight/
we抮e not trying to make art, we抮e making a living/
working with a new factory rhythm/
dance, you robots, dance/
play, you robots, play/
and we抣l fill in the rest/
na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la, hey, hey/
well, this swing isn抰 sexy enough/
let抯 face it, these numbers suck/
we need lean bodies with stunning features if we抮e ever going to raise this creature/
if the body抯 choice we obscure the voice/
inoffensive text, we feed the eyeballs sex/
dance, you robots, dance/
your hero has no control/
auditioned to play the role/
we write the script and you adopt it and every single day of your life is a holiday now
