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