I was built by Mr JonesAnd he's an awfully clever manHe's regarded as the foremost in his fieldHis command of all God's scienceIs renowned throughout the landMy existence is his craftmanship revealedHe has etched my nerves of siliconAnd stitched my nylon skinDesigned my megabrainAnd all the thoughts withinWith unsurpassed precisionI've been put through every testAnd charged with the mortal gift of lifeI was made with such perfectionI am complete in every wayI'm guaranteed to never ever failI simply can not falterAs humans often doLike the men who start me up and turn me offI find it very frighteningThe disorder of their plansAnd I wonder at the use that's madeWith the info they demandBut I have no right to questionThe decisions which they makeMy fate is not to reason whyI'm just a machineI'm just a machineThey speak with all respect of Mr JonesDespite all my perfectionI can never interveneI'm just a machineI'm just a machine[The Swedish lyrics had better rhymes, but the meaning is more or less thesame.]
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