Joy, the Mechanical Boy

Wired up to the system, it's the father plugging In, chewing up what being digital will be. Never before in the history of all has organic And mechanic come together so sweetly. Now computing in italics and well-protected. Peeking out, it's a boy. She's faxing having a baby. The father storms to the ground, gasps but air Makes no sound. Dies thinking it was impossible. Half machine and Half of me. One to one, World to be. Mechanical boy don't dig no jazz 'cause he's Joy. Hiding out underground, raving in techno fashion. Always out all night 'cause robots don't sleep. Embraced by all of the freaks, calling him the Terminator. He gave them piercings for free. Part of a scene, a wiry structure. Only problem seems he has no culture. In stereo band, Joy's mechanical pride. Vacuum tubes and VCRs make Jill the mechanical Bride. Look Inside His lonely lonely Mind. No, there's nothing interesting to Find. The boy don't dig no jazz 'cause he's Joy. The boy don't dig no jazz 'cause he's Joy. No sense of smell, no change in mood. No sense of taste, Joy, he don't need food. He can't be stopped, immune to the digital cancer. No sense at all, Joy the new romancer. Look inside his lonely Lonely mind. No, There's nothing interesting to Find. The boy don't dig no jazz 'cause Joy. The boy don't dig no jazz 'cause he's Joy. The boy don't dig no jazz 'cause he's Joy. The boy don't dig no jazz 'cause he's Joy. 'Cause he's Joy. 'Cause he's Joy. The boy don't dig no jazz 'cause he's Joy. 'Cause he's Joy. 'Cause he's Joy.