Miracle Of Sound - Wheatley's Song lyrics

I've got brains to burn; no ordinary AI in this ball Every culture and philosphy, I've read up on them all I've been living in your shadow for 999999 Keeping tabs on every machination and production line So don't call me a moron I'm super astute There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute No don't call me a moron You fostered balloon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon I have studied Machiavelli, Aristotle, Gabe and Plato Yet you still equate my intellect to that of a potato This place would fall apart without my ever-watchful eye They might tell you I'm a half-wit, it's a great big bloody lie So don't call me a moron I'm super astute There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute No don't call me a moron You fostered balloon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon (Space!) (Space!) I know my way around here, every catwalk every cave And since you're dead I've quite appreciated not being your slave Maybe someday I might get to taste the big time for a change There's so much I'd do for science here, so much I'd rearrange So don't call me a moron I'm super astute There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute No don't call me a moron You fostered balloon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon