The factory man goes to work each day
To spite the fact that he knows it’s not enough,
For the factory man is a family man.
He wasn’t “smart enough”
To refrain.
And so he’s rich at home
And poor when it comes to the bank.
All the same, he keeps on going to work each day.
And one by one the bottles pass his way.
And he counts them and checks for mistakes,
Day by day. The factory man. And that’s the story.
There’s not that much to say. And yet, I cannot help
But sing his refrain, for he is the mass of men, not the exception,
To spite the fact that the movies don’t make it look that way.
