| My life is my own, no strife, so alone, |
| no wife only my mic and my poems |
| right time to go no time after shows |
| to find time to unwind so it goes |
| I tried to find love with Sadie Bell |
| gave her a machine that i’d made |
| as well as making the tea it played the bells |
| and did the house work and i’m afraid it dwells |
| in a broken mess when the spokes exploded |
| Sadie left and my world imploded. |
| Alone but my next invention will show |
| this show will go on I feel so focused. |
| If I need love… |
| I’ll make some. |
| If I can’t find a bride… |
| I’ll create one. |
| I add a brass heart, pneumatic arms |
| and a brain which loves my romantic charm |
| artificial intelligence, lazer eyes, copper-wire hair, shapely thighs, |
| spring powered legs we can dance together, |
| springs into life to have my heart forever. |
| Geoffrey press the button take your time take care can’t wait to make her mine. |
| And then we take to the skies |
| for a date. Me, her, and those laser eyes |
| riches and diamonds, I’ll give them up gladly |
| for my fantastic bride, my beautiful Sally. |
| For weeks we kiss we do exist |
| in a haze in a mist of homemade bliss |
| if only you could see her she’s so lovely |
| a Professor has needs… Please don’t judge me. |
| Suddenly she seams quite listless. |
| Pistons sigh, eyes grow distant |
| and now she’s locked in the lab |
| I just want her to be happy |
| i’m so glad when she finally arrives with a roboting grin |
| I run towards her and then I see him |
| a titanic chrome-plated homemade husband |
| made by her she says she loves him |
| and now they’re gone and my eyes cry tears sadly… |
| Goodbye my bride… So Long Sally… |