Yeah, masters of pan-robot baby
Use it lose it, yes I can
Ham bones kill and ready to travel
Throw your fucking head and get in the van
M-m-m-m-m-m-momma
M-m-m-m-m-m-shut your mouth
M-m-m-m-m-m-momma
M-m-m-m-m-m-shut your mouth
Yeah shut your mouth
Yeah, masters of pan-robot baby
Swing around the room from a plastic fan
S.O.Bs and beat up children
You don’t need the breeches, little muffin man
Aah look at these creatures
Yeah Filthy Creatures
God you look so pretty
Yeah wicked in the city
Ah, move it like vultures
So high like vultures
But you look so pretty
And wicked in the city
Yeah, masters of pan-robot baby
Howling’s got a big glass hand
Captain Bean, a giant’s child
Clinging to the sound of a righteous tell
M-m-m-m-m-m-momma
M-m-m-m-m-m-shut your mouth
M-m-m-m-m-m-momma
M-m-m-m-m-m-shut your mouth
Yeah shut your mouth
Aah look at these creatures
Yeah Filthy Creatures
God you look so pretty
Yeah Wicked in the city
Ah, move it like vultures
So high like vultures
But you look so pretty
Yeah wicked in the city