All of those wild American bilinguals 

who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives 

school days and last days out there in the midwest 

they climb on their liners and rejoin their wives 



Walking down boulevards electric eyes 

would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size 

let them be lonely and say you don't care 



Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade 

Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade 



Una with long hair will stand by your side 

and the friends who were hungry could swallow your pride 

chromium pets that video screens would show 

pictures of helplessness old kings and queens 

radio stations that fade as in dust 



all their transmitters are crumbling with rust 

let them be broken and say you don't care 



Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade

Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade 

Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade 

Let them be broken and say you don't care 

Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade