Batteries, batteries
Will you give some kick to me
I am tired, will you please
Charge me up so I can see
Ain't it grand when you can stand
When you can breathe and just be
Put the garbage in the can
See no ghosts in the TV
Armouries, armour me
Give me standard-issue keys
I am little, and I seem to float around
After I sneeze
Hear my plea: give me grease
I could work if there was peace
Battery, batter me
A massage is all I need
I need the grease
I need the geese to wander back
Where I can see
Honesty, honestly; it is a wicked-sided coin
You've got to fit to say the truth
You've got to lie and, by and by
A ray of light can end up spangled
Your angle might get tangled
And your subject ends up mangled
Maimed
And a villain of the game
Batteries, batteries, batteries
Batteries, batteries
Will you give some kick to me
I am tired, will you please
Charge me up so I can see
Ain't it grand when you can stand
When you can breathe and just be
Put the garbage in the can
See no ghosts in the TV
Armouries, armour me
Give me standard-issue keys
I am little, and I seem to float around
After I sneeze
Hear my pleas: give me grease
I could work if there was peace
Battery, batter me
A massage is all I need
I need the grease
I need the geese to wander back
Where I can see
Honesty, honestly; it is a wicked-sided coin
You've got to fit to say the truth
You've got to lie and, by and by
A ray of light can end up spangled
And your angle might get tangled
And your subject ends up mangled
Batteries, batteries, batteries
Armour me! Armour me! Armour me
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Batteries, batteries
Will you give some kick to me
I am tired, will you please
Charge me up so I can see
Ain't it grand when you can stand
When you can breathe and just be
Put the garbage in the can
See no ghosts in the TV
Armouries, armour me
Give me standard-issue keys
I am little, and I seem to float around
After I sneeze
Hear my plea: give me grease
I could work if there was peace
Battery, batter me
A massage is all I need
I need the grease
I need the geese to wander back
Where I can see
Honesty, honestly; it is a wicked-sided coin
You've got to fit to say the truth
You've got to lie and, by and by
A ray of light can end up spangled
Your angle might get tangled
And your subject ends up mangled
Maimed
And a villain of the game
Batteries, batteries, batteries
Batteries, batteries
Will you give some kick to me
I am tired, will you please
Charge me up so I can see
Ain't it grand when you can stand
When you can breathe and just be
Put the garbage in the can
See no ghosts in the TV
Armouries, armour me
Give me standard-issue keys
I am little, and I seem to float around
After I sneeze
Hear my pleas: give me grease
I could work if there was peace
Battery, batter me
A massage is all I need
I need the grease
I need the geese to wander back
Where I can see
Honesty, honestly; it is a wicked-sided coin
You've got to fit to say the truth
You've got to lie and, by and by
A ray of light can end up spangled
And your angle might get tangled
And your subject ends up mangled
Batteries, batteries, batteries
Armour me! Armour me! Armour me
Will you give some kick to me
I am tired, will you please
Charge me up so I can see
Ain't it grand when you can stand
When you can breathe and just be
Put the garbage in the can
See no ghosts in the TV
Armouries, armour me
Give me standard-issue keys
I am little, and I seem to float around
After I sneeze
Hear my plea: give me grease
I could work if there was peace
Battery, batter me
A massage is all I need
I need the grease
I need the geese to wander back
Where I can see
Honesty, honestly; it is a wicked-sided coin
You've got to fit to say the truth
You've got to lie and, by and by
A ray of light can end up spangled
Your angle might get tangled
And your subject ends up mangled
Maimed
And a villain of the game
Batteries, batteries, batteries
Batteries, batteries
Will you give some kick to me
I am tired, will you please
Charge me up so I can see
Ain't it grand when you can stand
When you can breathe and just be
Put the garbage in the can
See no ghosts in the TV
Armouries, armour me
Give me standard-issue keys
I am little, and I seem to float around
After I sneeze
Hear my pleas: give me grease
I could work if there was peace
Battery, batter me
A massage is all I need
I need the grease
I need the geese to wander back
Where I can see
Honesty, honestly; it is a wicked-sided coin
You've got to fit to say the truth
You've got to lie and, by and by
A ray of light can end up spangled
And your angle might get tangled
And your subject ends up mangled
Batteries, batteries, batteries
Armour me! Armour me! Armour me
Writer: Colleen Collins, David White
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid