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