Lyrics

Look at this fine piece of bright machinery Smoothly run and man made It's well looked after and serviced daily and it's olied with human multigrade Grease guns in hand, folk throughout the land, scrape the shite from off the fan, daily Some, understand, 'neath bonnet all ain't grand Spanner was in hand Now in works Does Henry Ford live? In the sky with earlier models, some with broken wings? Given the parts we need? Consult his manual for instruction to understand the bleed Direction lost Wheels comin' off Drinking fuel Abusing tools Affecting us passengers Confusing signage Limited mileage Drivers blind Out of their minds Bound to crash Cannot last Planes crash Trains crash Cars crash... see? Planes crash Trains crash Cars crash... see?