Toy Robot

I am a robot
Dada Dicky Dicky Da
My skin is cold to touch
Dada Dicky Dicky Da
Got no neck nor stomach for sorrow
Like my limbs my needs are hollow
Then I am programmed to do what I do
Programmed by a moron was not me at all
GOt no feelings to hold me down
A switch is flicked I move around
Automatic lover Dada Dicky Dicky Da
$60,000000 man turned on and on