Simon (Living Books)



''Is there something you should tell me, big buddy? Are you aware of the glare from the sun shining off of your hair?''

I don't know what you mean, it's just a healthy sheen

''I must admit I feel a little strange But I've never felt better, I'm stronger than ever Can't you see nothing's changed?''

I don't know how to tell you, metal buddy

But you look just like a solar-powered turbo-charged washing machine

I'm not light on my feet, now I clank and I squeak

''But my voice is the same when I speak My hand looks like aluminum foil Does this mean that I need a tune-up and a change of oil?''

I'm a metal head, a metal head, a metal head, a metal head

I'm a metal head, a metal head, a metal head, a METAL HEAD!