it's cold outside, and the paint's peeling off of my walls
there's a man outside in a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette
now the light fades out
and I wonder what I'm doing in a room like this
there's a knock on the door
and just for a second I thought I remembered you
you know, I hate to ask, but are my friends electric?
so I open the door
it's the friend that I'd left in the hallway
I said: "please sit down"
a candle lit a shadow on a wall near the bed
you know, I hate to ask, but are friends electric?
only much broke down, down, down, down, down
and now I've no one to love
you know, I hate to ask, but are friends electric?