The man on machine is here to work.
He takes instructions seriously
And never grumbles at all.
The man on machine has got a cigarette in hand
He's sleepy, he's tired —
But there goes the smoke
Lifting
His
Spirits
Up.
He's got a pinhead head —
Holding informations, holding informations
Up.
The man on machine is stout, he's capable -
He doesn't even tell us how hard it is.
But the other night
I caught his movements:
It talked to me in a boyish stave —
It told me about things I need to believe in for a better tomorrow.
