[VERSE 1]
Oh, happy day, when miracles take place
And scientists control the human race
When we assume authority of human chromosomes
And assembly-line women
Conveyor-belt men
Settle down in push-button homes

Oh, happy day, when all the cells conform
And the exceptional becomes the norm
When from a test-tube we produce gargantuans or gnomes
And assembly-line babies
Conveyor-belt storks
Only come to push-button homes

[BRIDGE 1]
So much of this, so much of that for the ears and eyes
So much of that, so much of this for the toes and thighs
Pour in a pot, stir up the lot, that's the basic plan
What have we got? I'll tell you what: We've got man-made man!

[VERSE 2]
Oh, happy day, when we can choose their looks
From formulae in scientific books
And add their personalities from psychiatric tomes
And assembly-line women
Conveyor-belt men
Settle down in push-button homes
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