I was built by Mr Jones And he's an awfully clever man He's regarded as the foremost in his field His command of all God's science Is renowned throughout the land My existence is his craftmanship revealed He has etched my nerves of silicon And stitched my nylon skin Designed my megabrain And all the thoughts within With unsurpa**ed precision I've been put through every test And charged with the mortal gift of life I was made with such perfection I am complete in every way I'm guaranteed to never ever fail I simply can not falter As humans often do Like the men who start me up and turn me off I find it very frightening The disorder of their plans And I wonder at the use that's made With the info they demand But I have no right to question The decisions which they make My fate is not to reason why I'm just a machine I'm just a machine They speak with all respect of Mr Jones Despite all my perfection I can never intervene I'm just a machine I'm just a machine --The Swedish lyrics had better rhymes, but the meaning is more or less the same--