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?