From 



(Note: Many of the verses in this song 

were accompanied by Beck on the tail 

end but are not transcribed as such here)





People say my broken friend is useless

But I say his mind is free

There's lots of things my mangled robot

friend could be

He could make a good hat rack





He only has to stand there





Or a cheap door stop





He doesn't need to move





 Or a great big giant thermos

 With a twist off top





 That would be good for soup





 He could be a storage closet





 For outdated pants





 I like 'em tight





 My broken friend could do it all





 Just give him a chance





 That robot has a tragic secret

 That I'd like to share





 For real?





 My broken friend is closer to me

 than an ass to a chair

 That robots name I never told you

 You could not foresee

 I'll say it loud and sing it proud





 His name is  you and me





 Don't melt me down into a crow bar





 It suffers alone





 Just cause I can't move my arms and legs

 Or toss me into a trash can

 Just cause I can't cook you ham and eggs

 Don't crush me into an anchor



 Just because I can't jump and dance and sing

 I'm telling you my broken friend

 Put your hands in the air like you just don't care

 I'm telling you my broken friend

 Can do most anything!

 Yeah!