Automatic it's not me here half the time   It's Automatic yet I'm forced to pay the price    The type of car, it is my choice   But where it goes, I have no voice   Yes I am my Father's son- yes Iam       Automatic it's not me here half the time   It's Automatic yet I'm fingered for the crime       Predetermined bugs somehow prevail   Selling things that aren't for sale   Oh Yes I am my Fathers son? my Fathers son       It's no excuse for all I've done   But who's to say   What it shapes   What it creates       Automatic half the time I'm not myself   Its Automatic caution should but never helps