Every Sunday on the dot
The infernal engine starts its clock
Dreadful growls and alarming glares
Remind us all to be aware
Step lightly step lightly my dears
For the machine of all our fears
Is running wild on the loose
Beware of putting your neck in a noose
No one no one is totally freed
From the Machine's horrible creed
So,
Let the clockwork work its course
Let it run out on all its force
Till jerky erratic movements
Chart its quieting moments
And by Friday it dies down
Bolts and nuts
All screwed tight
All nice and tight
Until by Sunday on the dot
The infernal engine starts its clock.