Wheatley’s Song Miracle of Sound

[Intro: Wheatley]
Hello!

[Verse 1]
I've got brains to burn; no ordinary AI in this ball
Every culture and philosophy, I've read up on them all
I've been living in your shadow for 999999
Keeping tabs on every machination and production line

[Chorus]
So don't call me a moron
I'm super astute
There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute
No, don't call me a moron
You fostered balloon
My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon

My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon
My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon

[Verse 2]
I have studied Machiavelli, Aristotle, Gabe and Plato
Yet you still equate my intellect to that of a potato
This place would fall apart without my ever-watchful eye
They might tell you I'm a half-wit, it's a great big bloody lie