“Oh my god. Becky, look at that robot. It is so big. It looks like one of those anime guys’ robots. Who understands those Japanimation shows? They only ride around in it because it looks like a total MechWarrior. I mean, that robot—it’s just so big. I can’t believe it uses a giant sword. It’s out there. I mean, it’s grandiose. Look—it’s just so… vast.”

I like big bots and I can not lie
You haters try to vilify
But when a droid stomps by with a huge, colossal frame
And a height that puts to shame
You get flung
Sorry man, that’s tough
Mess with the mech and you get snuffed
Deep in space, its lasers flaring
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh, robot I wanna get in ya
And crank some Enya

My fanboys tried to warn me
But that bot you got’s
So big it’s corny
Ooh, all those switches
You say my brain’s got glitches
Well trade me, upgrade me
‘Cause the Power Rangers all forbade me

I drive that golem
They act like I stole ’em
I got a sword, a hoard, now I’m rollin’ like a Megazord

I’m tired of magazines
Saying smart phones are the thing
Lose that little piece of crap and make it scrap
I’ve got a doomsday app

So nerds, (yeah), nerds, (yeah)
Is your robot’s size absurd? (hell yeah)
Well stomp it, (stomp it), stomp it, (stomp it), stomp that healthy bot
Robot’s got flak
Robot’s got flak

I like ’em big and vast
And when I’m kickin’ an ass
I just can’t help myself
I’m actin’ like Megatron
I gotta get my morph on

I wanna fly you home
And UH, morph it up UH UH
I ain’t talkin’ bout alloys
Titanium parts are made for toys
I want my shields thick and blast-proof
So weld those hulls up double
Starscream’s in trouble
Beggin’ to be better than Hubble

So I’m lookin’ at 80’s reruns
Knockin’ these guns, it’s so overdone
You can have that Voltron
I trick my ride like Decepticon

A word to the big machines
Please, by all means
Blow to smithereens
But I gotta be straight when I say
I wanna drive til the break of dawn
Robot got it goin’ on
A lot of jocks won’t get this song
‘Cause them punks like to knock it and mock it
But I’d rather stay and play
I’m withdrawn, I like Tron
And I’m down to get the morphin’ on

So ladies, (yeah), ladies, (yeah)
Would you rather own a Mercedes? (yeah)
Then turn around
Walk away
I gotta clear the landing bay
Robot’s got flak
Robot’s got flak

“Yeah baby. When it comes to weaponized automatons, Hasbro ain’t got nothin’ to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Only if you’re measuring in yards.”

So your girlfriend says you’re bored
You should grow a spinal cord
Well a Zord don’t need no reason to use its sword
This overlord don’t want none unless you’ve got Gundam
You can do back flips or judo, but please don’t lose that bot

Some brothers wanna play that hard role
And tell you that the bot is old
They refute it, pollute it
And I pull up quick to reboot it
So you say bots can’t combat?
Well I ain’t down with that
‘Cause my bot is huge and my moves are kickin’
And I’m thinkin’ ’bout trickin’

All that new age tech in the magazines
You ain’t Gold Wing 123
I’m a big shot with a robot
That turns back into a yacht

Some knucklehead tried to dis
‘Cause his bots were on my list
He had game but he chose to hide ’em
And I just want to get inside ’em

So ladies, if you like Sentai
And you wanna come and ride up high
Dial 1-900-CYBERTRON and we’ll blast off to the sky
Robot’s got flak
Robot’s got flak

Sleight in my height but I got much bot
Sleight in my height but I got much bot

I Like Big Bots at SnorgTees