to the tune of POPEYE (2)

I’m Handles the Cyberman
I’m enclosed inside a can
though we came before
we now rip off the Borg
I’m Handles the Cyberman

was killing and purgin’
toward cyber-conversion
til the Doctor got me dead
my circuits went panicked
burnt out my organics
and now I am just a head

I lack a six-pack alas no ass
a Yorick no feet or hands
I’ll soon reach the junction
where I just malfunction
I’m Handles the Cyberman

I’m Handles the Cyberman
I’m enclosed inside a can
though we came before
we now rip off the Borg
I’m Handles the Cyberman