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)