Text: Shel Silverstein. Ever-Lovin' Machine.
Hey, boys, you know once I was took in
By a girl with a twinkly eye
And the first time that I wasn't lookin'
She run off with a handsomer guy.
But I'm an ingenious feller
And as soon as my brain got uncurled,
I tiptoed right down to my cellar
And I built a mechanical girl.
Oh her arms are iron, her legs are steel,
Her hips are on wires attached to a wheel,
And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil.
She's my ever-lovin' machine!
She never complains when I stay out all night.
She never complains I'm not rich.
And each time I want her to cuddle me tight,
I simply turn on her switch.
She has no trouble making her mind up
For I didn't give her a mind.
And her heart is a clock that I wind up,
So I know that she'll love me in time.
My love is completely electric,
And she gives me a shock with each hug.
And when the romance gets too hectic,
I simply pull out her plug.
She always did what she was supposed ter
Right up to this evening but then
She had an affair with the toaster,
And they ran off and left me again!
Oh her arms are iron, her legs are steel,
her hips are on wires attached to a wheel,
And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil.
She's my ever-lovin' machine!
By a girl with a twinkly eye
And the first time that I wasn't lookin'
She run off with a handsomer guy.
But I'm an ingenious feller
And as soon as my brain got uncurled,
I tiptoed right down to my cellar
And I built a mechanical girl.
Oh her arms are iron, her legs are steel,
Her hips are on wires attached to a wheel,
And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil.
She's my ever-lovin' machine!
She never complains when I stay out all night.
She never complains I'm not rich.
And each time I want her to cuddle me tight,
I simply turn on her switch.
She has no trouble making her mind up
For I didn't give her a mind.
And her heart is a clock that I wind up,
So I know that she'll love me in time.
My love is completely electric,
And she gives me a shock with each hug.
And when the romance gets too hectic,
I simply pull out her plug.
She always did what she was supposed ter
Right up to this evening but then
She had an affair with the toaster,
And they ran off and left me again!
Oh her arms are iron, her legs are steel,
her hips are on wires attached to a wheel,
And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil.
She's my ever-lovin' machine!
Shel Silverstein