Bertha

Bertha lovely Bertha, you are lovely machine
And anyone who works with you will know just what I mean
Bertha lovely Bertha, sometimes I think your a dream

When we work out what you have to do
You can always turn the goods out
Always turn the goods out we can depend upon you

Clicking in the day, flashing in the night
Your computer is shining brightly
Some people say you have a mind of your own
And I think that's very likely, likely

Bertha lovely Bertha, sometimes I think your a dream
When we work out what you have to do
You can always turn the goods out
Always turn the goods out we can depend upon you