Automation

It was automation, I know
That was what was making the factory go
It was IBM, it was Univac
It was all those gears going clickety-clack, dear

I thought automation was keen,
Till you were replaced by a ten ton machine
It was that computer that tore us apart, dear
Automation broke my heart

There's an RCA 503
Standing next to me where you used to be
Doesn't have your smile, doesn't have your shape
Just a bunch of punch cards and light bulbs and tape, dear

You're a girl who's soft, warm and sweet
But you're only human, and that's obsolete
Though I'm very fond of that 503, dear,
Automation's not for me

It was automation, I'm told
That's why I got fired, and I'm out in the cold
How could I have known, when the 503
Started into blink, it was winking at me, dear

I thought it was just some mishap,
When it sidled over and sat on my lap
But when it said "I love you" and gave me a hug, dear,
That's when I pulled out its plug!