I've got a robot, it's a friend of mine I call him Archy since quite a long time Archy is my metal archaeopteryx Specially trained in HI-JACK-tricks He's a real beautiful artifact Rehearsed and controlled and daily checked But 'cause emotionally engaged against Demon's Lib He once arranged an impressive cosmic trip He kidnapped the devil – you could read in big letters And spanked him until he was totally shattered Archy became a hero and I got degrees Goblins and angels were laughing in the trees A roaring, a whistling, a whispering and yelling In hi-fi, in sci-fi, marching bands belling Archy certainly has got the genius touch But this forthcoming project is really too umch You won't believe it – he wanna capture God And show him on a television - spot I am not kidding, the angels are really scared But the expedition is already prepared I naturally try to get him away from this plan I promise you I'll do everything I can But Archy has a nasty mind He's more than just a robot And not very kind – isn't he?