Ralph is a rusty robot.

His batteries have run down.

Life is not much fun Now.

Ralph is a rusty robot.

His nuts and bolts of seized up his battered, bruised and beat up.

He's lost all feeling in his circuitry.

He used to be the hero of the factory.

He would work all day and night.

He would do the job just right.

But one day his arms and legs began to squeak.

Um left couldn't work his heart, so they threw him on the scrap.

He Ralph is a rusty ver, but now he's lying in the junk yard.

Life for rough.

It's so hard.

Rough is a rusty robot.

His head is full of mice and spiders.

Fiddling with his wise rough is a rusty robot.

Those my since fighters came up where the plan.

They thought it would be fun to fix that metal man.

So they worked all day and night and they fix right?

Fuck just right.

And then in the morning, he was good as new when they switched his power on round size lit up, and he said, Thank you.

Ralph is a rusty robot.

Now he's fully charged.

And then the guys.

There's a sparkle in his eyes.

Right?

Is a rusty robot.

Now he's got himself a new job, salting at the bits and bobs, right?

It's a rusty road, but on the junk yard on his overjoyed with the android he employed, Kraft is a rusty robot.

Russia is a rusty robot, Yeah.