I’m a man made of metal

I’m a Metal Man

I’ve lived like this ever since I began

Made from recycled bike frames, crushed cars and tin cans

I’m a man made of metal

I’m a Metal Man

Bits of me are copper

Bits of me are steel

My feet have been constructed from two old iron wheels

People touch me and tap me to see if I’m real

But I don’t let it bother me

‘Cause I know I am

I’m a man made of metal

I’m a Metal Man

Factory floor shavings were used for my hair

You’re oval and round

I’m rectangular and square

I don’t rust in the rain

‘Cause I drink plenty of oil

If you peer into my brain

You’ll find it full of springs and coils

To keep my mind thinking

When I swim or have a bath I’m forever sinking

If you see me drowning stretch out your hand

I’m a man made of metal

I’m a Metal Man

Androids send me Valentines

I’m offered parts in plays and pantomimes

(Especially the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz)

And I keep far away from powerful magnets because

They do me in

I’m not an ordinary bloke

But one with strange, smooth, shiny skin

I don’t eat or sleep

You’ll never see me cry

I can’t ever die

WHY?

By now I think you understand

I’m a man made of metal

I’m a Metal Man

I’m a man made of metal

I’m a Metal Man