Big Ship

Pretty teeth scrapy clean

With a wind-up machine

I'm feeling very striking

It's taken to my liking

It's a fine man who cups his breath

With a will to please

Wipey hand across the blazer

No-one here makes a sound

Standing up or sitting down

We grin like alligators

Assist with apparatus

Theres a strange feeling in my mind

And the room's too warm

And lit with MacDonalds lighting

And the tool the tool forever

Falling down planes against the grain

Of the wood for the box for my soul

And my aching heart

The tool forever falling down planes again and

The tool forever falling down planes again and

All of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres all

Creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy

All around the world on land and in the sea

All of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres all

Creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy

All around the world on land and in the sea