The worst lyric Sting ever wrote, obviously, was
It’s no use, he sees her, he starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in that book by Nabokov
But if he’d changed the last line to
Just like the robot in that book by Asimov
it would have been the best lyric he ever wrote.
Quomodocumque 
Which book by Nabokov?
Which book by Asimov?
(Of course, what really makes the original bogus is that Nabokov is rightly stressed on the second syllable, unlike Asimov.)
You are correct, sir.
John: Surely it’s obvious that I had in mind the story in “I, Robot” where the robot gets caught in a circular orbit around a pool of toxic material, unable to deviate from the equilibrium distance where the Second and Third Laws of Robotics were perfectly in balance. Basically identical with the scenario contemplated by Sting.