Cobwebs, cover this old shed, cover this tin.Inside, 
something long since died, something worn thin.
No joy, left in this old droid, left in these
Nuts and bolts and these waning volts,
Winding down to a grinding halt.
I used to be a star in the olden days,
Now I'm in the dark, of the new golden days.
She's hot, the Alba of robots, the spark in my heart.
I'm rust, I should've been scrapped, crushed, sold as 
spare parts.
That was a bad dream, thanks to the A-Team,
Now you'll see sparks'll fly, through the dead of night,
As they buff me up to a brilliant shine.
I used to be a star in the olden days,
Now I'm going large, of the new golden days.
Look at me I've never been, so shiny,
Look at me I've never felt, so ugly,
Turn em' off, turn off all those flashing lights
I belong in black and white,
There's nothing wrong with black and white.