There is a big click clack machine
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Whose engines don't pump gasoline
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It's a poundin' crazy arm that works all day
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It's run by all the people who
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Have got some blueprint plan to do
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So don't shake your head??no, just nod and say "okay"
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And before I knew it, I got shoved in line
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Marchin' south in single file, and countin' off in time
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Chorus:
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(So, And) Bring that pile driver over here and be quick
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We've got to dig a hole right now, so we can put in this stick
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We've got a hundred fourty-seven done, we only got a day
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So bring that pile driver over here right away
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Now here's a big wide open space
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So wipe that smile right off your face
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And replace it now with a look of stern regard
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It's the early bird that gets the worm
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So what happens when the worm will learn
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It's the older ways for new we will discard
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And someone sent us this big machine that guarantees
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There'll be no argument at all when we're packin' one of these
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Chorus repeat
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But wait a minute
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Did you hear it cough
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This crazy arm
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We can't turn off
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It's rollin' round
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And diggin' down a mile
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Look out??this big machine
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Has gone hog wild!
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So look out, world, we're buildin' now
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When the hammer hits, the thumb says "Ow!"
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Somewhere you know there's progress made
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One thing's for sure, we'll get our asphalt laid
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This big machine has run amuck
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And someone somewhere passed the buck
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So keep an ear out for that whistle call
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And duck when you see that wreckin' ball
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And hey, Bob, don't light that match, we could explode
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I'll move some dirt while you block off the road
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Chorus repeat until fade
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Pile driver
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Stan Ridgway |