Space is the Place
I look into your eye
They're such a big surpris
Made of hard-plastic crea
Deep as a spac
Glowing in your fac
In interlac
The touch of your han
Makes me understan
What kind of machine you ar
You are my silicon drea
You've got a nice-programmed hear
Very careful at the star
Maybe a little bit too sh
But it makes my oil pressure hig
And as long as you don't li
I don't ask wh
I love your robot wal
Your synthetique tal
The way you move your lip
You are my silicon drea
You are a sweet machin
And when your eyes are shining gree
This is my favourite scen
You are my silicon drea
I want to have you all my lif
Would you be my robot wif
Constructing new micro-chip
Your silver skin against min
Computing all the tim
You are so fin
You turn out the ligh
It's a very special sigh
Your radioactive brai
You are my silicon drea
You are a sweet machin
And when your eyes are shining gree
This is my favourite scen
You are my silicon drea
You are my silicon drea
You are my silicon drea
[During fadeout:
Where is my brai
Oh what a pai
I'm going insan
Mr. Spock's brai
Mr. Spock's brai
[This is a very early version of the song "Mr. Spock's Brain" whic
appeared on their 1993 album "Five Year Mission".]
