Roy-G-BIV
In Alpha Complex where we all live
livesd a brave Troubleshooter named Roy-G-BIV.
Wearin' his Reflec and his polished black boots
(Rumor is that the Commies and Roy are in cahoots)
Roy-G! Roy-G! Roy-G-BIV
He's only got three cycles to live
Roy-G! Roy-G! Roy-G-BIV
Arms like iron and a mind like a sieve
Now Infareds are a peace-lovin' folk you know
They just work and sleep and they act like they're stoned
Everyone's equal in their underground home
But some are more equal than other clones.
But one day Roy was asked to go
Outdoors 'cause the Computer told him so
to chase down some bad guys (we know about those)
'Cause Alpha Complex is riddled with numerous foes
Roy-G! Roy-G! Roy-G-BIV
He's only got two cycles to live
Roy-G! Roy-G! Roy-G-BIV
Regrets that's he's only six clone lives to give.
Well he fought with the traitors
and wiped out a lot!
He scrubbed out the bloodstains,
A promotion he got!
He bought a nice pad with the spoils of war
'Cause what else is a higher security clearance for?
Roy-G! Roy-G! Roy-G-BIV
Roy's got less than one cycle to live
Now Roy's running scared and he's out there alone
Friend Computer ignores the pleas of this clone
His former co-workers are venting frustrations
at this high-level traitor who skirts termination