I HATE A MORAL GLITCH, ONE WHO LACKS A MANLY SPARK I JUST DETEST A ‘BOT AFRAID TO GO HOME IN THE DARK I ALWAYS SPEND MY EVENING WHERE THERE’S FEMMES, ENGEX AND SONG BUT LIKE A BOT, I ALWAYS BRING MY LITTLE HUBBY ALONG
I’M A MEMBER OF THE LOST LIGHT CREW I’M A NIGHT OWL AND A WISE ‘BOT TOO HOME WITH THE OIL IN THE MORNING, SINGING THE SAME OLD NOISE RISE WITH THE MOON, GO RECHARGE WITH THE SUN EARLY TO BERTH, AND YOU’LL MISS ALL THE FUN BRING YOUR HUBBY AND TROUBLE, IT WILL NEVER TROUBLE YOU MAKE HIM A MEMBER OF THE LOST LIGHT CREW!!!
THE FUN IT DOESN’T STOP ‘TIL 12 ON HAPPY OLD SWERVE’S SO WHAT’S THE USE OF GOING HOME, UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAY? NOW, SOMETHING CONFIDENTIAL, WHISPER NOT ABOVE A BREATH: I ONCE WENT HOME AT 2 AM AND SCARED MY HUBBY TO DEATH
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I NEVER SHALL FORGET THE NIGHT I MADE SIX ‘CONS RUN ALTHOUGH I DIDN’T HAVE A SWORD, A BLASTER OR A GUN I PROVED MYSELF A HERO OF A VERY HIGH DEGREE I RAN FOR HOME AND SIX OF THEM WERE RUNNING AFTER ME!