Allan Sherman Follow

It was automation, I know
That was what was making the factory go
It was IBM, it was Univac
It was all those gears going clickity clack, dear

I thought automation was keen
Till you were replaced by a ten-ton machine
It was a computer that tore us apart, dear
Automation broke my heart

There's an RCA 5-0-3
Standing next to me, dear, where you used to be
Doesn't have your smile, doesn't have your shape
Just a bunch of punch cards and light bulbs and tape, dear

You're a girl who's soft, warm and sweet
But you're only human and that's obsolete
Though I'm very fond of that new 5-0-3, dear
Automation's not for me

It was automation, I'm told
That's why I got fired and I'm out in the cold
How could I have known
When the 5-0-3 started in to blink it was winking at me, dear

I thought it was just some mishap
When it sidled over and sat on my lap
But when it said, "l love you" and gave me a hug, dear
That's when I pulled out it's plug