The Turtles — Pall Bearing Ball Bearing World

I've heard tell once upon a time Man relied on his hands and mind Now, his mind is filled with bricks and steel One-eyed midgets tell us lies And give us twenty-one inch eyes Our hands are curved so bad we cannot feel From the steerin' wheel Computers tell us what to do What man or wife to be wed to And which man in the firm to fire or hire And when to cry and when to laugh And how to run a maze or graph And just how much our dreams can be inspired By human liars Automation, tin can lids Pretty soon they're gonna make your kids How'd you like a body by Fisher, girl? If man keeps goin' in the same old way Makin' himself some robot slave He's gonna find that plannin' this way will sure Lead to a sterile world