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 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'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
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 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'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 Explain Request ×
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