He wants to be a real boy, he wants to be a real boy, he wants to be a real boy, yeah. I'm a lonely orphan robot, just a scrap metal tower, a misfired piston, run on squirrel power. His galvanized insides can't feel no joy, he wants to be a real boy, yeah. I want to be a real boy, not a titanium toy, don't give my battery flattery, what I want is more grey battery. Some brains, some veins, and some artery, I got a squirrel on a treadmill where my heart should be, if I was real, I could really emote, instead of shorting out whenever he sits on the remote. I want a dad, someone I can call pop, someone to take me out for Maldives at the soda shop, someone to take me on a fishing trip or teach me how to ride a bike, who'll pat me on the head and ask me, how you doing, Ty? How you doing, Ty? Oh, I'm fine, all things considered, want to be a real boy, but I don't want to sound embittered, but thanks for asking, seriously.