In the hands of science, the complete appliance.
We're moved to motor. We're moved to motor.
Do you fly a Spitfire? Do you slide on a tea-tray?
Or walk on a short trip (Sundays).
Or drive come what may (enjoy).

Automotive science and engineering.

When big was better, and fast was chic,
The oil was cheaper--now we're up the creek.
But the j__s are coming, and everyone's turboed,
And carbon fibre is the way to go, go.

Down at the robot factory, things are humming.
New radical suspension--no humans testing.
(Wind it up, wind it up.)
Take a trip in your Freudian slip.
Doctor Ferdinand (Ferdie) has you in his grip.

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