The Buggles - Astro Boy

All of those wild American bilinguals
who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives.
School days and lost days out there in the midwest
they climb on the liners to 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 would stand by your side
and the friends who were hungry could swallow your pride.
Chromium pets as their 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