Cobwebs, cover this old shed, cover this tin.nInside, something long since died, something worn thin.nNo joy, left in this old droid, left in thesenNuts and bolts and these waning volts,nWinding down to a grinding halt.nI used to be a star in the olden days,nNow I'm in the dark, of the new golden days.nnShe's hot, the Alba of robots, the spark in my heart.nI'm rust, I should've been scrapped, crushed, sold as spare parts.nThat was a bad dream, thanks to the A-Team,nNow you'll see sparks'll fly, through the dead of night,nAs they buff me up to a brilliant shine.nI used to be a star in the olden days,nNow I'm going large, of the new golden days.nnLook at me I've never been, so shiny,nLook at me I've never felt, so ugly,nTurn em' off, turn off all those flashing lightsnI belong in black and white,nThere's nothing wrong with black and white.