Da Sprach Der Alte HäUptling Der Indianer
But it's not me
We've reached a point of no return it's only right
I set you free
I know I'll have to turn away
But there's nowhere for my love to go
And there won't come a day
When I won't honor what we've vowed
CHORUS
But I'll go on with my life
We can even say goodbye for now if
If that's what we have to do
But here in my heart
When my arms are empty darlin'
I'm still holdin' on to you
We can't deny that this one's
Out of our control
Stronger than the both of us
And bound to take its toll<
Automotive Engineering
In the hands of science ---
the complete appliance.
We're moved to motor.
Do you fly a Spitfire?
Do you slide on a tea-tray?
Or walk on a short trip (Sundays).
Or drive come what may (enjoy).
Automotive science and engineering.
When big was better ---
and fast was chic,
the oil was cheaper ---
now we're up the creek.
But the Japs are coming
and everyone's turbo'd
and carbon fibre
is the way to go, go.
Down at the robot factory
things are humming.
New radical suspension ---
no humans testing.
(Wind it up, wind it up.)
Take a trip
in your Freudian slip.
Doctor Ferdinand (Ferdie)
has you in his grip.