Is there something you should tell me, big buddy?
Are you aware of the glare from the sun shining off of your hair?
I don't know what you mean, it's just a healthy sheen
I must admit I feel a little strange
But I've never felt better, I'm stronger than ever
Can't you see nothing's changed?
I don't know how to tell you, metal buddy
But you look just like a solar-powered turbo-charged washing machine
I'm not light on my feet, now I clank and I squeak
But my voice is the same when I speak
My hand looks like aluminum foil
Does this mean that I need a tune-up and a change of oil?
I'm a metal head, a metal head, a metal head, a metal head
I'm a metal head, a metal head, a metal head, a METAL HEAD!