Factory

Now, I know I had somethin' to say But the problem is, to say somethin' Uh, you've got to say it And I still don't remember a thing Since the funny gas come out of that pipe next to me I guess they didn't okay 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 or 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 Well, I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag To work every day for the last twenty years or so And I really don't mind, work a*sembly line Got an intercom blastin' the news and the latest on the baseball scores Come around every Friday, well, I get a paycheck Take the same road home that I come to work on––heck It's a living Chorus: And I've got another factory back home I've got a barbecue, pink Mustang, fenders 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 doin' when I do it And I do what I'm doin' 'cause I don't know what to do When I'm not doin' it Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me I could grow up To be anything I wanted Anything And every day 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. Chorus: I've got another factory back home I got a little backyard, pink Mustang, fenders chrome At nine o'clock I'm in my chair sat down Just lately, when my wife talks back to me I slap 'er around And then I go to... And then I go to... And then I go to sleep Whoah-oh-oh-oh! until fade