I was discontented
With the girls that I rented
So I invented my own
She was mainly plastic
Her lips were elastic
And her voice was electronic monotone



(She had a lovely hole
That was easy to control)


I could switch her on
I could switch her off
But now is my time to moan

I was her maker
And I could brake her
If she didn’t answer the telephone
But one day I broke her heart
And didn’t have a spare part
That’ s when she left my own home

That’s when she packed up
And then I cracked up
But now is my time to moan.

©tekst: Geert Vandyck