Lyrics

A machine has come What machine? A machine What kind of machine, Gidger? I don't know what it could be! Would you like to come and see? Then I won't have to explain Maybe it's a telegraph machine! I can tell you that it's big Printing press meets oil rig With a touch of weathervane I'll take a look in a little bit There's a machine outside this room! And I'm willing to assume Once you see it Then you'll know what to do But carry on, it's fine! My turn to fight on the front line! I'll let you know if it does something new!
Writer(s): Eric Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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