All of those wild American Bilinguals

who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives

school days and last days out there in the midwest

they climb on their liners and rejoin their wives

walking down boulevards electric eyes

would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size

let them be lonely and say you don't care



astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade

astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade



Una with long hair will stand by your side

and the friends who were hungry could swallow your pride

chromium pets that video screens would show

pictures of helplessness old kings and queens

radio stations that fade as in dust

all their transmitters are crumbling with rust

let them be broken and say you don't care



astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade

astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade

astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade

let them be broken and say you don't care

astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade