Now i know i had something to say but the problem is to say something
Uhh…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 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
Now 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
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
And i got another factory at home
Got a barbeque, 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 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 got another factory back home
Got a little backyard, pink mustang, fenders chrome
At nine o’clock i’m in my chair sat down
Just lately now when my wife talks back to me i slap her around
And then i go to / and then i go to / and then i go to sleep