Robots in Space

(Verse 1) Out past the silver satellites, where the starlight hums in tune, A little crew of metal dreamers drifts beneath a violet moon. They’re polished chrome and optimism, wired for wonder, not for war, And every time they pass a comet, someone shouts, “Let’s name one more!” (Pre‑Chorus) They’ve got circuits full of curiosity, And a map that’s mostly guesswork, honestly… (Chorus) Robots in space, humming in a cosmic choir, Spinning in place, powered by a mild desire To find a cup of something warm and maybe fix a star or two. Robots in space, waving as they float on through. (Verse 2) There’s Unit 7‑B the Navigator, who can’t remember left from right, But somehow charts the perfect course through every swirling band of light. And Patchwork‑3, the engineer, who keeps spare bolts in every pocket, And swears the universe is held together by “a very stubborn socket.” (Pre‑Chorus) They’re a crew without a mission plan, But they’ll help you if they possibly can… (Chorus) Robots in space, drifting with a cheerful clatter, Keeping the pace, debating deeply pointless matters Like whether nebulae taste sweet or if a moon can catch a cold. Robots in space, brave in ways that can’t be told. (Bridge) And when the cosmic winds grow strong, They link their hands and hum along, A harmony of copper hearts That glows like tiny sparks in dark. Bee‑dee‑boo… we’re wandering through… The galaxy’s a kettle and we’re waiting for it to brew… (Final Chorus ) Robots in space, shining in the starry weather, Finding their place, drifting through the void together. They don’t know where the journey ends, but every sunrise feels brand new. Robots in space, waving as they float on through. Robots in spaaaace… [musical interlude:Strings swell dramatically] [vocoder, spoken] [fade out] doo‑wah‑dee‑boo… robots in spaaaace…