Letras: Flaming Lips. Phoebe Battles The Pink Robots.

("First of all, you think she's a woman, but she's not, she's a cyborg")

Her name is Phoebe.
She's a black belt in karate.
Workin' for the city,

("NYPD, freeze punk")

("Oh, I gotta go. Woo, head rush")

she has to discipline her body.

("That's not running, let's go")

'Cause she knows that it's demanding to defeat those evil machines.

("It,s not about oral hygiene, I floss to save lives")

I know she can beat them.
Oh, Phoebe,
they don't believe me,

but you won't let those robots eat me.

("Eww, and Oh no")

Oh, Phoebe,
They don't believe me,

("Shhh, easy, easy. Go to your happy place)
but you won't let those robots defeat me.
Oh, Phoebe.

("I am sorry but, I'm
incredibally talented")

("Great, Oh my God, this
was not at all scary")

("Thank you my babies")