"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"

"You bet! I saw the way you mopped up those guys. If I could do that there wouldn't be a kid in town that could make me..."

"Toby, listen to me. What you saw in there was a man being forced to go berzerk because there are parts of his body he wasn't born with"



Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem

Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone

We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite

With the Human Beatbox for the people's delight



I run the three-legged race in a potato sack

I put a whole potato salad right down your back

I get mad respect at the old folk's home

Your mama's grandpapa won't leave me alone



Crank up the bass and redline the game

You're like the Tidy Bowl man spinning down the drain

'Cause I'm a cyborg created to emcee

We're gonna change our name to The Disco Three



Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 



Update my firmware and I'm good to go

I'm like "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger, Will Robinson!"

Coming down the block and you're like "Oooo!"

Bionic eye with the do-do-do-do-do-do....



I got my gear on like the Ear-ons

The human switchboard and interferons

We Jam On It like Newcleus

I'm known on a roll like Caduceus



Do androids dream of electric sheep?

Well, either way you're going to sow just what you reap

'Cause I'm a replicant, not a skin-job

Yo, HAL, open the fuckin' doors to the pod



Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 



Ah! Ah!

(Human Beatbox sample)



Smooth like butter, pure like ghee

Let me get up on the mic with the do-re-me

My dog's name is Sam, not Fifi

I'm profilin' a boulangerie



Robotron, Gorf, and Galaga

I got the sexy Dig Dug calendar

Mix Master's scratching like he's got lice

The crabs! Hey yo, that ain't nice!



Like One-Eyed Jacks and Suicide Kings

You want wildness, wild I bring

My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish

To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish



Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em 



"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"

"What do you think you're doing in here you little agh..."