Sigma Terra Corps
MY OLD MAN'S A CYBORG
Trad.Music: My Old Man's A Dustman
Words: Wolf von Witting 970725

When my father passed away
He was not sent to the morgue
No... since he was a man of science
He was turned into...  a Borg!!!

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My old man's a cyborg
He's mostly metal parts
His brain is still the old one
And one of his two hearts

The day he was created by cybernetik pro's
He requested an addition, a thing which sometimes grows
Of course he meant organic, but he got only this
A telescope antenna, which is no good when you piss.

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He had no time for romance, or so he did assume
But I suspect he's incorrect, because one afternoon
He polished all his surface, from breakfast until four
When the neighbours mobile toaster came ringing at the door

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My daddy-o got mugged by a battledroid one day
And this is what the battledroid quite simply had to say
You better hand your valuables and cash over to me!
Or I will smear your sensors and take your battery.

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He's got a brain-extension, prepared for any task
He answers any question you possibly might ask
How far will mankind reach, to Moon or Mars or more?
Well this is so, we'll boldly go where no one went before!

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On the martian expedition in 2104
They looked for precious metals and some magnetic ore
My father solid steel, got sucked into the dust
I found the ore, and that's for sure, I'm stuck here 'til I rust.

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