| Song | Astroboy (And The Proles On Parade) |
| Artist | The Buggles |
| Album | The Age Of Plastic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Downes, Horn | |
| 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) |
| zuo ci : Downes, Horn | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Downes, Horn | |
| 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 |