Wheatley's Song - Miracle Of Sound

I’ve got brains to burn — no ordinary AI in this ball

Every culture and philosphy — I’ve read up on them all

I’ve been living in your shadow for 999 999

Keeping tabs on every machination and production line

So don’t call me a moron

I’m super astute

There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute

No don’t call me a moron

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My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon

My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon

I have studied Machiavelli, Aristotle, Gabe and Plato

Yet you still equate my intellect to that of a potato

This place would fall apart without my ever watchful eye

They might tell you I’m a halfwit, it’s a great big bloody lie

So don’t call me a moron

I’m super astute

There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute

No don’t call me a moron

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My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon

My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon

I know my way around here, every catwalk every cave

And since you’re dead I’ve quite appreciated not being your slave

Maybe someday I might get to taste the big time for a change

There’s so much I’d do for science here, so much I’d rearrange

So don’t call me a moron

I’m super astute

There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute

No don’t call me a moron

You fostered balloon

My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon

My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon