He wants to be a real boy (He wants to be a real boy)
He wants to be a real boy (Real boy, yeah)

Norm: I'm a lonely orphan robot
Just a scrap metal tower
A misfired piston
Run on squirrel power

Women Singers: His galvanized insides
Can feel no joy
He wants to be a real boy

Norm: I wanna be a real boy!
Rappers: Yeah!
Norm: Not a titanium toy
Don't give my battery flattery
What I want is more grey matter-y
Rappers: A brain, some veins, and some arteries!
Norm: I got a squirrel on a treadmill where my heart should be

If I was real
Rappers: You could feel!
I could really emote
Instead of shorting out whenever he sits on the remote
I want a dad
Rappers: A father!
Norm: Someone I can call pop
Someone to take me out for malteds at the soda shop
Someone to take me on a fishing trip or teach me how to ride a bike
Who'll pat me on the head and ask me "how you doin', tyke? "
Women Singers and Rappers: How you doin', tyke?

Norm: Oh, I'm fine, all things considered
Wanna be a real boy but I don't wanna sound embittered
But thanks for asking, seriously!