I was built by Mr Jones  And he's an awfully clever man  He's regarded as the foremost in his field  His command of all God's science  Is renowned throughout the land  My existence is his craftmanship revealed  He has etched my nerves of silicon  And stitched my nylon skin  Designed my megabrain  And all the thoughts within  With unsurpassed precision  I've been put through every test  And charged with the mortal gift of life  I was made with such perfection  I am complete in every way  I'm guaranteed to never ever fail  I simply can not falter  As humans often do  Like the men who start me up and turn me off  I find it very frightening  The disorder of their plans  And I wonder at the use that's made  With the info they demand  But I have no right to question  The decisions which they make  My fate is not to reason why  I'm just a machine  I'm just a machine  They speak with all respect of Mr Jones  Despite all my perfection  I can never intervene  I'm just a machine  I'm just a machine  [The Swedish lyrics had better rhymes, but the meaning is more or less the  Same.]