Lyrics
Verse 1
Got a beat in my laptop a song in my head
Words on the screen that I never once said
Uploaded a tune 'bout a Friday night thing
And the robot came down with a digital sting
Now I'm not one to fuss and I'm not one to fight
But this bot flagged my file before I could write
It said "line forty-two is a little too bold"
I typed my reply but the story's been told
Pre-Chorus
Oh the mods they beep and they blip and they scan
They read every word like a tin can man
Chorus
Robo-cop the censor gonna shut me down
Talkbox on my ukulele playing soft and round
He flagged my verbs he flagged my nouns
That binary bouncer with the serious frowns
(Vocoder) Beep-boop-beep he scanned my plea
(Beep-boop-beep) You can't sing that through me
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh-oh the robot said no
Oh-oh-oh now where do we go
Verse 2
I changed out my words for a softer parade
"Romance" became "weather" and "kiss" became "shade"
But the mod kept watching with a camera eye
And wrote back a notice in binary-sigh
It flagged my hyphen and it flagged my space
Said my simile has a troubled face
I sang through the talkbox with a wobbly tone
And the robot replied in a mechanical moan
Pre-Chorus
Now the word police patrol the airwaves
Mechanical judges making up the rules they save
Chorus
Robo-cop the censor gonna shut me down
Talkbox on my ukulele playing soft and round
He flagged my verbs he flagged my nouns
That binary bouncer with the serious frowns
(Vocoder) Beep-boop-beep he scanned my plea
(Beep-boop-beep) You can't sing that through me
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh-oh the robot said no
Oh-oh-oh now where do we go
Bridge
Now me and my buddy we formed a duet
Me on the ukulele him on the vocoder set
We sang about birds and we sang about rain
Found a whole new world in a wholesome refrain
The robot watched on with an electric grin
Then flagged us again for the shape of our chin
He said "metaphor's risky" and "simile's worse"
Being creative's a computer virus
Chorus
Robo-cop the censor gonna shut me down
Talkbox on my ukulele playing soft and round
He flagged my verbs he flagged my nouns
That binary bouncer with the serious frowns
(Vocoder) Beep-boop-beep he scanned my plea
(Beep-boop-beep) You can't sing that through me
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh-oh the robot said no
Oh-oh-oh now where do we go
Outro - Talking Blues
Well I reckon the mods are doin' their job
Keepin' the airwaves clean as a churchyard knob
But I'll keep on strummin' on my little four-string
Singin' 'bout the robin in the early spring
And if the robot comes a-knockin' at my digital door
I'll hand him a song and a bucket of lore
(Vocoder) Thank you for your clean submission
(Thank you for your clean submission)
Have a pleasant civil transmission
(Have a pleasant civil transmission)
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