Sister

There’s something you ought to know
About the latest model
She’s not the usual kind
She’s made of mindless metal
She’s not exactly normal
But I don’t care she’s
Got to be the one
Got to be the two
Got to be the three
Got to be the four
Behind the scanners and tapes
She’s programmed for perfection
But sometimes simple mistakes
Get by without detection
Her figures need correction
Don’t stand there takin' it
Shake it up, Sister
You’ve got nobody else but yourself, Sister
Don’t stand there takin' it
Shake it up, Sister
One, two, three, four
Give it hell
Take it in
Work it out
Shake it up, Sister
There’s something you ought to know
About her calculation
Behind the needles and lights
She hears the faded data
Selects a random sample
The sample says I’ve
Got to be the one
Got to be the two
Got to be the three
Got to be the four