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