Factory

Now I know I had something to say

But the problem is to say something, uh, you gotta say it

And I still don't remember a thing

Since that funny gas came out of that pipe next to me

I guess they didn't OK it

Now I remember, did I tell ya? Cut my thumb off at the knuckle on a broken band saw

Didn't see the belt buckle of the blade slip

And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch

Funny thing, still got a scratch that I can't itch where my thumb was

And I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag to work everyday

For the last twenty years or so

And I really don't mind work assembly line,

Got an intercom blasting the news and the latest on the baseball scores

And come around every Friday when I get a paycheck

I take the same road home that I come to work on, heck it's a living

And I've got another factory back home

I got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's chrome

And at nine o' clock I sit there in my chair

And I don't know why I lose my hair

And then I go to

And then I go to

And then I go to sleep

Well I like to know what I'm doing when I do it

And I do what I'm doing cause I don't know what to do

When I'm not doing it

Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me

I could grow up to be anything

I really wanted to be anything

And everyday at lunch I still look for my lost digit

Still got that funny scratch

So maybe when I find it I can itch it

And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard

For the kids to wade in

And I...I...I....I, I, I

I've got another factory back home

Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's chrome

And at nine o' clock I'm in my chair sat down

Just lately when my wife talks back to me, I slap her around

Then I go to

Then I go to

Then I go to sleep

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh