Everything today is gettin' automated. Real musicians are becoming outdated. Synthesizers, harmonizers, automated strings. Syndrums, lyndrums, and high tech things. But the latest electronic craze. The marvel of the microchip age. The greatest innovation sweeping the nation. The most electrofying act to hit the stage...
They do the hot ones, the blue ones, the "baby I love you" ones. Old ones, new ones, the shooby-dooby-doo ones...
Bionie and the Robotics. The hottest group around. Bionie and the Robotics. Symphonic, electronic, philharmonic, audiotronic sounds...
Chorus sung in a Robotic voice:
Rang, tang, ding-dong dang, dippity dippity-dip why-o, shoo-bop shoo-bop whaoa oh...baby I kind of get overheated for you. My disk-drive's overcome by emotion. I feel a tremor in my CPU when you put my floppy disk in motion. My data bank is burning with desire. My cord is on fire and my monatory's crazy. I have tabulation from my memory banks, I fill in all of the blanks and my filter's going crazy. My formicarifaroles are outta control and I love you cool and console...dippity-dip why-o
They met by chance at the computer repair. While in for update on their basic software. They come from different sectors of society but when they got together it was instant harmony. One was the voice of an Otis elevator. One was a telephone information operator. One was a NASA assistant data integrator and one was a dash board warning indicator...
They do the hot ones, the blue ones, the "baby I love you" ones. Old ones, new ones, shooby-dooby-doo ones...
Bionie and the Robotics. The hottest group around. Bionie and the Robotics. Symphonic, ultra-phonic, audiotronic, philharmonic sound...
(repeat robotic vocal chorus twice and fade)
Writer(s): C W Kalb, Ray Stevens
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