In a very large factory I belong
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And I work the night shift all year long
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Old Freddy on a chainsaw lost his feet
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Thinking 'bout a blonde he'll never meet
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Tried to take his life again the other week
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Keep your chin up, haven't a care 'ave you?
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Just join the party, allegiance I swear
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Eee what's the matter with Arthur Royal?
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I'll go and top up his batteries and check the oil
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Young Arthur blew a fuse two days ago,
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Set himself alight, you didn't know
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Nearly burnt us down the twit just had to go
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Take your chances, live on hot air (wouldn't you?)
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Chance of promotion, I'll take that chair
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Dreaming of golden sands and palm trees
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I said file these quickly and then staple these
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Get yourself altered undo the seam, and get back just
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In time for tea (and don't be late mind)
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Nobody's perfect least of all me
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Married the job at age 23
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Just keep my nose clean egg chips and beans
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I'm always full of steam
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...I could never afford to go to Butlins......But I did manage to go to Majorca once......Wish I hadn't bothered......Past the entrance, by I bored myself......Who are all these people in my office, anyway?......Who are they? Where do they come from, do y'know them?...
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The Ballad Of The Decomposing Man
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| Steve Hackett |
