歌词
Sorry I’m home late darlin’
It’s been a hell of a day
I’ll tell you about it soon enough
But I need a beer right away
And while I do that can you turn on the news
Make it the ABC
I reckon there’s a pretty good chance tonight
I’m gonna be on TV
It started out like any other day
Clocked on my shift at nine
Everything was running smooth as silk
On the assembly line
When the foreman called down tools mid-morning
It took us by surprise
He said ‘gather round boys we got a visit
From some upper management guys’
Down on the factory floor down on the factory floor
Who knows what they’re here for
Down on the factory floor
Well it turned out to be the CEO
You know that twenty-million-dollar man
Down from his Pitt St. Office
To get a little dirt on his hands
Had to be some big announcement we figured
By the size of the TV crew
And as the cameras rolled he shook hands with us all
As I guess you’d expect him to
Down on the factory floor down on the factory floor
Never seen him here before
Down on the factory floor
Well it didn’t take long once he started talking
To work out why he’d come
As soon I heard him say ‘China and India’
I knew our jobs were gone
Well he thanked us for years of service
Said he hoped we’d understand
As much as he hated closing us down
The decision was out of his hands
Well you know me I’m a steady guy
I just lost it I suppose
Cause I walked up to him real casual
And with one punch I broke his nose
Down on the factory floor down on the factory floor
Doesn’t matter anymore
Down on the factory floor
Down on the factory floor down on the factory floor
There goes my job for sure
Doesn’t matter anymore
Down on the factory floor
Written by: Graeme Connors
