Miracle Of Sound
Miracle Of Sound - Wheatley's Song lyrics
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I've got brains to burn - no ordinary AI in this ball Every culture and philosphy - I've read up on them all I've been living in your shadow for 999999 Keeping tabs on every machination and production line So don't call me a moron I'm super astute There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute No don't call me a moron You fostered balloon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon I have studied Machiavelli, Aristotle, Gabe and Plato Yet you still equate my intellect to that of a potato This place would fall apart without my ever watchful eye They might tell you I'm a halfwit, it's a great big bloody lie So don't call me a moron I'm super astute There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute No don't call me a moron You fostered balloon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon I know my way around here, every catwalk every cave And since you're dead I've quite appreciated not being your slave Maybe someday I might get to taste the big time for a change There's so much I'd do for science here, so much I'd rearrange So don't call me a moron I'm super astute There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute No don't call me a moron You fostered balloon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon