Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
Provided with toys and 'scouting for boys'
So welcome to the machine
You dreamed of a big star
And you didn't like school and you
Know you're nobody's fool
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time
It's alright, we know where you've been
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
You bought a guitar to punish your ma
What did you dream?
He always ate in the steak bar
It's alright, we told you what to dream
He played a mean guitar