[Intro – softly spoken over guitar] Just me, my oil can, and a busted broom… guess a bot’s gotta find his groove somehow. [Verse 1] Well, I woke up in the kitchen, No one left to clean for, Polishin’ plates for ghosts, On this cold tile floor. They told me “serve forever,” Guess they meant it true, Now I’m rustin’ in the silence, Singin’ them Mr. Handy Blues. [Chorus] Oh, beep-boop, baby, don’t fade away, Ain’t no orders comin’ my way, Circuits hummin’, world askew, I’m just a butler singin’ them Handy Blues. [Verse 2] Used to shine the silver, Used to sweep the hall, Now I’m talkin’ to the roaches, They don’t answer me at all. My paint’s all flaked and faded, But I’ll keep on servin’ through, Pourin’ tea for the memories, And hummin’ them Handy Blues. [Chorus – reprise] Oh, beep-boop, baby, what can I do? Ain’t no family left to tend to, Still I whistle while I screw and glue, Just a lonely bot with the Handy Blues. [Bridge] Maybe one day they’ll come back ‘round, Find me floatin’ where the dust’s come down, I’ll tip my hat and say “how do you do?” Been keepin’ house — just waitin’ for you. [Final Chorus] Oh, beep-boop, baby, I’ll shine anew, If the sun still rises through the gloom, Till then I’ll polish the old world’s view, Singin’ them faithful Handy Blues. [Outro – softly, with faint servo whine] …Now where did I put that feather duster?
