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