Welcome, my son

Welcome to the machine

Where have you been?

It's all right, we know where you've been

You've been in the pipeline, filling in time

Provided with toys and "Scouting for Boys"

You bought a guitar to punish your ma

You didn't like school

And you know you're nobody's fool

So, welcome to the machine

[Guitar solo]

Welcome, my son

Welcome to the machine

What did you dream?

It's all right, we told you what to dream

You dreamed of a big star

He played a mean guitar

Always ate in the Steak Bar

He loved to drive in his Jaguar

So, welcome to the machine