Young silver machine, ready for work
FedEx-ed to the jungle by a lazy clerk
Instead of living in Detroit putting on tyres
He put his head out the box
He was surrounded by lions

He said…

Ich bin nicht ein Roboter
I am a lion
Raar

He felt really great
They made him one of the pack
But the people came got him
And they took him right back
(He wasn't happy in back in that factory)
He said, "I don't belong here
It's a terrible bungle
I wanna go home
I'm the king of the jungle"

"Are you listening to me…"

Ich bin nicht ein Roboter
I am a lion
Raar

It's the music of the future
It's the music of industry
And it makes me want to dance