Written by George "Jay" Spurling

I've got a little time machine, sits out back all shiny and clean. Jump on in and take a trip, I do it with a microchip.

 (Chorus:)

 Time machine, time machine, time machine, time machine...take us back to where we've been...

 (End Chorus.)

VCR and microwave, mobile phone, pager make me a slave. PC, scanner, FAX machine...television with a Thousand inch screen....

 (Repeat Chorus.)

Pills to sleep and pills to wake, want to bang? Viagra take. Drugs for pleasure, drugs for pain, drugs you take to make you sane.

 (Lead Guitar Break.)

Books the television smote, can't change channels without the remote! Gotta drive just down the street...do we even need our feet?

 (Repeat Chorus.)

Times are changin', yes indeed! Gadgets we are forced to need...

pencil? NO! A calculator! Electric toy to stimulate her....

 (Repeat Chorus.)

 They take our freedom all the time, give us toys so we won't mind. Where will the insanity end? With a big bang, begin again.

 (Lead Guitar Out.)