I was built by Mr Jones

And he's an awfully clever man

He's regarded as the foremost in his field

His command of all God's science

Is renowned throughout the land

My existence is his craftmanship revealed

He has etched my nerves of silicon

And stitched my nylon skin

Designed my megabrain

And all the thoughts within

With unsurpassed precision

I've been put through every test

And charged with the mortal gift of life



I was made with such perfection

I am complete in every way

I'm guaranteed to never ever fail

I simply can not falter

As humans often do

Like the men who start me up and turn me off

I find it very frightening

The disorder of their plans

And I wonder at the use that's made

With the info they demand

But I have no right to question

The decisions which they make

My fate is not to reason why



I'm just a machine

I'm just a machine

They speak with all respect of Mr Jones

Despite all my perfection

I can never intervene



I'm just a machine

I'm just a machine



[The Swedish lyrics had better rhymes, but the meaning is more or less the

same