Joy, the Mechanical Boy

wired up to the system is the father
 plugging in, cueing up, making digital whoopie
 never before in the history of all
 has organic and mechanic come together so sweetly
 now computing in italics and write protected
 reading out - its a boy!
 she's faxing and having a baby
 the father stumbles to the ground
 gasps for air but makes no sound
 dies thinking it was impossible
 - chorus -
 half machine and half of me
 wonder what he'll grow to be
 the boy don't dig no jazz cos he's joy
 hiding out, underground, raving in techno fashion
 always out all night cause robots don't sleep
 embraced by all of the freaks calling him
 the terminator
 he gave them piercings for free
 part of the scene, a wirey structure
 only problem seems, he has no culture
 dead stereo panned, joy's mechanical pride
 vacuum tubes and vcr's make jill the mechanical bride
 - chorus -
 look inside his motorola mind
 know there's nothing interesting to find
 the boy don't dig no jazz cos he's joy
 no sense of smell
 no change in mood
 no sense of taste
 joy, he don't need food
 he can't be stopped
 immune to the digital cancer
 no sense at all
 joy, the new romancer
 look inside his motorola mind
 know there's nothing interesting to find
 the boy don't dig no jazz cos he's joy!