Now, I know I had somethin� to say
But the problem is, to say somethin�
Uh, you抳e got to say it
And I still don抰 remember a thing
Since the funny gas come out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn抰 okay it
Now I remember╟╟did I tell ya? ╟╟cut my thumb off
At the knuckle on a broken band saw
Didn抰 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抰 itch
Where my thumb was
Well, I抳e brought the same piece of chicken in a bag
To work every day for the last twenty years or so
And I really don抰 mind, work assembly 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抯 a living
Chorus:
And I抳e got another factory back home
I抳e got a barbecue, pink mustang, fenders chrome
And at nine o抍lock I sit there in my chair
And I don抰 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抦 doin� when I do it
And I do what I抦 doin� 抍ause I don抰 know what to do
When I抦 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抳e got another factory back home
I got a little backyard, pink mustang, fenders chrome
At nine o抍lock I抦 in my chair sat down
Just lately, when my wife talks back to me I slap 抏r around
And then I go to...
And then I go to...
And then I go to sleep
Whoah-oh-oh-oh! until fade
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