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I am a robot Dada Dicky Dicky Da My skin is cold to touch Dada Dicky Dicky Da Got no neck nor stomach for sorrow Like my limbs my needs are hollow Then I am programmed to do what I do Programmed by a moron was not me at all GOt no feelings to hold me down A switch is flicked I move around Automatic lover Dada Dicky Dicky Da $60,000000 man turned on and on From Letras Mania