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
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 Explain Request ×
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