Turn it around.
We got a blank check running lost.
Nineteenth century see-through glass.
The count has the acres, but don't count me in
on a dark, stormy night
before we forget to die.
But it wasn't there.
Try to exorcise
before we wait.
Mother makes the pact.
Curses on the dream.
Confirmed for centuries.
What they knew,
yeah, what they know.
Give me an encounter,
'cause we've set it up.
Turn it around,
but we can't see.
Give a description.
Bending the story and lighting the sky.
Shutting down systems
across the board, cause the hunt is on.
But it wasn't there.
Try to exorcise
before we wait.
Mother makes the pact.
Curses on the dream.
Confirmed for centuries.
What they knew,
yeah, what they know.
Watch it from the window.
Three feet high,
barking with clarity.
Gonna move it around
during a paradise of hysteria.
We gotta move it around!
It's waiting for us on the wires.
Evidence over the city skies.
Why do we wait now?
'Cause mother makes the pact.
(Yes, sir. Happy Sam, they call me.
Yes, I know; I have friends who think your television program is very funny. I do not.
It's a living, Professor ????. Now, may I see the mechanical man I'm giving away as a jackpot prize on my show next week?
It is not a mechanical man, Mr. Donaldson. The correct word is "robot". R-O-B-O-T.
I know, I know.
This robot is the supreme achievement of our electronics division. We worked on it for six years. It will do whatever it is instructed to do. I simply do not understand how the management of this corporation can think of giving it away to this public - this magnificent mechanism!
Aw, look, Professor, this corporation sponsors my TV show. We're on 1,246 stations. We telecast in 3-dimensional color, and the Happy Sam show is the #2 favorite in the country! The sponsor thinks it would be a good advertising gimmick to offer a super-jackpot prize...)