Lyrics of Mr Jones maskin - Adolphson & Falk

Mr Jones maskin (original)

Han som gjort mig heter Jones.
Han r en mycket skicklig man.
Han r ansedd som den frmste bland dom f.
Han behrskar varje del
Av den teknik som mste till
Fr att skapa en maskin p min niv.
Han har etsat mina nerver.
Han har svetsat ihop min hud,
Programmerat mina ord
Och genererat mina ljud.
Han har mlat mig i silver.
Han har gett mig energi.
Han har slutit mina kretsar
Och gett mig liv.
Jag r gjord med precision.
Jag r perfekt i minsta del.
Varje kugghjul snurrar runt som kugghjul ska.
En aldrig svikande funktion
Jag har aldrig gjort ett fel.
Jag har den fullkomlighet som mnniskan borde ha.
Men hnderna som styr mig
Visar prov p fumlighet,
Och jag blir skrmd av dessa mnniskor
Och deras ofullkomlighet.
Och jag undrar vad som hnder
Med dom rd jag lmnar ut.
Jag r rdd fr deras grundlsa beslut.
Hur lnge ska jag tvingas att st still
Och snurra mina hjul nr andra vill?
Dom talar med respekt om Mr Jones' maskin
Fr att jag alltid rknar rtt,
Men jag kan aldrig gripa in.

(translation)

The man who made me is called Jones.
He is a very skilled man.
He is considered the foremost among them f.
He masters every part
Of the technology needed
To create a machine at my level.
He has gotten on my nerves.
He has welded my skin together,
Programmed my words
And generated my sounds.
He has painted me in silver.
He has given me energy.
He has closed my circles
And gave me life.
I am made with precision.
I am perfect in every way.
Each gear spins as gears should.
A never failing feature
I have never made a mistake.
I have the perfection that man should have.
But the hands that guide me
Showing evidence of clumsiness,
And I am intimidated by these people
And their imperfection.
And I wonder what's going on
With those words I leave.
I am afraid of their baseless decision.
How long will I be forced to stand still?
And spin my wheels no others will?
They speak with respect of Mr. Jones' machine
Because I always guess right,
But I can never intervene.