MECHANICAL MAN

MECHANICAL MAN

(one of three, as basis for a play, incomplete)

 

Oh I’m the man, the mechanical man

Who goes to work each day

And very discreetly divides his time

Between work and home and play

 

When I’m on the job, I abide by the rules

And my work is swell

But when there is a hitch or the boss is a bitch

Why then I don’t feel so well

 

Oh I’m the man, the mechanical man

Who goes to work each day

And very discreetly divides his time

Between work and home and play

When I’m in my house I’m kind to my spouse

And stay with all my kin

I play with my boys and I buy them toys

And kiss my girl on the chin

 

Oh I’m the man, the mechanical man

Who goes to work each day

And very discreetly divides his time

Between work and home and play

 

When I was young I’d play all the day

I just don’t have time here

But I do have time for my weekly golf

And I love to drink my beer.

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