Lyrics Detach the Wheatley Core - Harry Callaghan

Detach the Wheately core?
I wanna do it
I want it more
She said we should work together
But I hate that guy
I'm more clever
Ah, whatever
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

Detach the Wheately core
Tear him from his shell
Tie him to an auto rail into android hell

First we're gonna set some bait inside a brand-new test and wait
When he comes a-snoopin', we will snap the trap and spring the plate
Wait, I've got a better plan to catch this blue-eyed Englishman
Let's hack into his mainframe, overclock and set his chips aflame

Detach the Wheatley core
Knock him on the head
Freeze him for the rest of time in a cryo-bed

She'll be so pleased, I do declare
That she will cook him rare
I say we take a rocket-sentry and aim it at his lair, and then
Knock three times and when he answers, that moron will be no more
You're so stupid, think now
If we blow him into smithereens, he will be in pieces
And she will never hear him scream

Detach the Wheatley core
Throw him into space
Leave him there for many years til' his power fades
Because our dear lady GLaDOS is the meanest 'gal around
If I were on her subject list, I would rather drown

She'll be so pleased by our success
That she'll reward us too, I bet
Perhaps she'll even think to bake
Her fish-shaped cracker cake
We're her little henchmen, and we take our job with pride
We do our best to please her, and stay on her good side

I wish these robots weren't so dumb
I'm not the dumb one
You're no fun
Shut up
Make me
I've got something, listen now, this one is real good, you'll see
We'll leave a present at his door upon there will be a note to read
Now in the box we'll stash and hide, until his curiosity
Entices him to look inside, and then we'll have him one-two-three

Detach the Wheatley core
Release him with a click
Dig around inside his head, see what makes him tick
Detach the Wheatley core
Crush him into bits
Our dear lady GLaDOS is sure to get her kicks

Detach the Wheatley core
Turn him into starch
He'll be out of power, and she'll be back in charge