We're now in year two thousand

Four hundred (and) ninety two

A lot of things have changed

And sexuality too

Vigorexic musculated man

Anorexic operated girls

Are the population of this world...

But they cannot have sex!

No no no they cannot have sex...

(There's) no more contact

No more touch

No more passion, no more vice

Now there's a sexual device, go!

Orgasmatron

Orgasmatron

They cannot have sex

But they can have a faked orgasm

Sex is electric

Sex in the future

All is artificial, material, technical

In twenty four ninety two

It's been a long time since the penis disappeared

And the vaginas too

Vigorexic musculated man

Anorexic operated girls

There's nothing between their legs, no...

And they cannot have sex!

Oh, they don't need the sex...

'Cause human race

Evolved that way:

Now all is distance, all is cold

That's why they have the orgasmatron, go!

Orgasmatron

Orgasmatron

They cannot have sex

But they can have a faked orgasm

Sex is synthetic

Sex in the future

And now put your hands

On the orgasmatron

Let your feelings fly

And just have pleasure, come on!

Or-gas-ma-tron (sussurrat)

Orgasmatron

Orgasmatron

They cannot have sex

But they can have a faked orgasm

Sex is electric

Sex in the future