Hawkwind Robot

Nine to five or ten to six
Up to the city and back to the sticks
You've got to unwind your mind
You've got to unwind your mind
Sit back, switch on
Your face has got a twitch on
Your fuses are blown out in a double bind
Air-conditioned, psycho-analysed
You're very nearly human
You're so well disguised
Robot, Robot, you're a Robot, Robot
You're warm when it's cold
You're cool when it's hot
Your life is recorded on a micro-dot
Robot, Robot
You'd hold the whole world in your metal claws
If it wasn't for the three laws of robotics