That old good machine

Silver meat machine

Pumping aviation oil

Aviation oil – the best

It gives a terrible kick

It’s beating like a stick

When it will hit – it will kill

When it won’t kill – it will whirr

Be cruel, my machine – machine – made in steel

Be cruel, my machine – machine – made in steel

I won’t replace you for another one

I will not look for the other scum

Go on, go on, go on!

Come on – break out the storm

That old tin with a rust

Loyal pork diesel

The bolts and the rivets crushed

To drive, we need no reason!

An engine booms like a bell

Can you feel that hellish smell?

When it will hit – it will kill

When it won’t kill – it will whirr

Be cruel, my machine – machine – made in steel

Be cruel, my machine – machine – made in steel

I won’t replace you for another one

I will not look for the other scum

Go on, go on, go on!

Come on – break out the storm

My meat, obese machine

Fast like a weasel

It creaks, it screams, it grinds

This brute is unkind...

When it won’t kill – it will whirr

Machine – made in steel

When it won’t kill – it will whirr

Machine – made in steel

I won’t replace you for another one

I will not look for the other scum

Go on, go on, go on!

Come on – break out the storm.^[2]