I'm just a robot and I know my place
A metal servant to the human race

I work my can off trying to satisfy
I know they'll disconnect me by and by

Chip on my shoulder made of silicon
My printed circuit's like a lexicon

Ten billion logic functions, maybe more
They make me pick the paper off the floor

Solitary solinoid
Terminally paranoid
Marvin

Know what makes me really mad
They clean me with a brillo pad
A carwash wouldn't be so bad

Life! Don't talk to me about life

I'm so depressed I could expectorate
My moving parts are in a solid state

I want to rust in peace, switch off and lie
In that great junk yard in the sky

Solitary solinoid
Terminally paranoid
Marvin

Nothing left to be enjoyed
Every diode rheumatoid
Marvin

Outer alloy
Inner void
Marvin

Happiness has been destroyed