Isaac Asimov was the 40th President of the United States
He built alotta robots and he shot them in to space
gave them three laws so they hurt nobody
singularity, dog (WHAT?) It'll never get bloody
Heinlein, and De Camp, Asimov in the yard
talked all day buildin' ships for the guard
Punch cards in the future never looked so damn good
Guess those tin cans in space will have to be understood
Brought us out into world war time
Got some help from seven of nine
Good thing we had machines to fight in the past
would have been boring in a society that would last
Rollin' down the street in his old Studebaker
Smokin' those cigars like rolled up by the baker
Thick mutton chops and a thicker Brooklyn accent
RIP buddy and thanks for the present
Word up.
