FACTORY BLUES

Workin' all day at the factory
Spendin' all my time and barely gettin' paid
Dreamin' 'bout a strawberry daiquiri
And kickin' back sippin' on it, watchin' the children play

     I know I don't belong here
     There are so many things that I'd rather do
     But lookin' at the faces around me
     I get a feelin' they feel that way too

Waitin' all week for the weekend
Wishin' every day was Saturday afternoon
A prime candidate for the deep end
I never thought I would age so soon

     There ain't much of a future
     In doin' things machines ought to do
     It ain't much of a livin'
     But then it ain't the kind of life people choose

          Startin' out in the mornin' by lookin'
          forward for the day to end
          Goin' to bed at night, wakin' up the next
          mornin' and startin' all over again
          Sometimes I wonder if it's ever gonna stop
          Sometimes I wonder

Workin' all day at the factory
Spendin' all my time and barely gettin' paid
Dreamin' 'bout a strawberry daiquiri
And kickin' back sippin' on it, watchin' the children play

     I know I don't belong here
     There are so many things that I'd rather do
     But lookin' at the faces around me
     I get a feelin' they feel that way too

Workin' all day at the factory

          Written by Jeff Stewart
          Copyright 1989 Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)