It was a shantytown, honky tonk kind of discotech just south of alpha regio
There was a cyborg, cyclops sitting at the bar and he seemed to take a fancy for you
He was a Hi-Fi piece of technology, seemed more efficient than me at just about
everything
Cyborg, Cyclops
Which one of us will prevail
Oh, Im dancing but the Cyborg is dancing much better than me
We could of made love but the Cyclops is two steps ahead of me
Things will get hot when you love in the orbit of Mercury
Ooooh, things were looking kind of bad for the hero of the story thats me
There aint no god damn way that I could beat him on the floor so I ordered seven
pitchers of beer
He had a terrible thirst and things were getting worser than a purse without a
microphone
Cyborg, Cyclops
Which one of us will prevail
Oh, Im dancing but the Cyborg is dancing much better than me
We could of made love but the Cyclops is two steps ahead of me
Things will get hot when you love in the orbit of Mercury
If you caught in the crossfire, you might become obsolete
And while your stuck in the vacuum, Im out there just moving my feet
Lets go!
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