Tekster: Buggles. Astroboy (And the Proles On Parade).

All of those wild American bilinguals
Who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives
School days and last days out there in the Midwest
They climb on their 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
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade

Una with long hair will stand by your side
And the friends who were hungry could swallow your pride
Chromium pets that 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
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade

Let them be broken and say you don't care
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade
Astroboy, I'm watching the proles on parade