Astroboy (And The Proles On Parade)

All of those wild American bilinguals

Who'll talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives

School days and last days out there in the Midwest

They climb on the 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)]

Ulla with blond hair

Would stand by your side

And the friends who were hungry

Could swallow your pride

Chromium headsets, their 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)]