Robot cries tears of oil
Pizza head passes under the nylon moon
Goes right through the rubber house
Liberace plays golf under that moon
Snow white smiles at her sharp claws
Knowing all the arounding and arounding
Standing in the big snow by the rubber house
Playing with her sharp claws, she hears
The chandeliers on his piano tinkle
He slowly asks 'Where is the rest of me?'
Lost in priority lists and processing
And there's always a lot of drama
Needless to say, before the arrival
Of those first diamond tears