Mechanical

He said I’ve got my father’s aching hands

I’ve got ulcers too

You’ve got your mothers looks but she’s forty-five

And I’m twenty-two

We go to work and we take the strain

Slip off the head and remove the brain

The technological 80s, oh it’s growing

Mechanical

Mechanical

I could’ve sworn I saw a key in your back today

He said it might be true

We took a look in the workshop window

And I’ve got one too

We clocked out and I drove you home

We talked of metal and the price of chrome

The technological 80s, oh it’s growing

Mechanical

Mechanical

Somebody blew a fuse in our office

They told his wife

If he’d only had a circuit diagram

They could have saved his life

She cried and cried until she finally died

She wasn’t waterproof, it got inside

The technological 80s, oh it’s growing

Mechanical

We’re mechanical now, we’re mechanical now, we’re mechanical now

I have to spend a lot of time these days

Beside the sea

I have to keep well away from city life

My allergy

But I’ve always got a battery pack

In case I get another heart attack

The technological 80s, oh it’s growing

Mechanical

Mechanical