It was a shantytown, honky tonk kind of discotech just south of alpha region
There was a cyborg, cyclops sitting at the bar and he seemed to take a fancy for you
He was a Hi-Fi piece of technology
Seemed more efficient than me at just about everything
Cyborg, Cyclops
Which one of us will prevail
Oh, I'm dancing but the Cyborg is dancing much better than me
We could of made love but the Cyclops is two steps ahead of me
Things will get hot when you love in the orbit of Mercury
Ooh, things were looking kind of bad for the hero of the story that's me
There ain't no goddamn way that I could beat him on the floor
So I ordered seven pitchers of beer
He had a terrible thirst
And things were getting worser than a purse without a microphone
Cyborg, Cyclops
Which one of us will prevail
Oh, I'm dancing but the Cyborg is dancing much better than me
We could of made love but the Cyclops is two steps ahead of me
Things will get hot when you love in the orbit of Mercury
If you caught in the crossfire, you might become obsolete
And while your stuck in the vacuum, I'm out there just moving my feet
Lets go