Oscar by Chris Holt and Bob Sellon
Oscar your not half the man that we grew to love You're smiling still but your eyes can't hide what the years have made so rough
Oscar you didn't come around like you did back then You turned them on then they turned you off and I heard you broke your hand
Mechanization, new god of the nation We've got machines now that make you obsolite (we got a machine) Mechanization, new god of the nation Production quotas are mounting daily while you rot in your seat
Oscar theres a place for you and you'll find it soon I know You're trying still, no haven't died man you made the good times so
Oscar, you didn't come around like you did back then You turned us on and it turned me off when I heard you broke your hand
Mechanization, new god of the nation We've got machines now that make you obsolite (we got a machine) Mechanization, new god of the nation Production quotas are mounting daily while you rot in your seat
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