Your Father's Factory

I had a job in your father's factory
And since it's been closed you
No longer factor me into your life

You got a baby in your belly
You're a wife to your hubby
You took a knife and a glove
To the fabric of our love

She didn't even cry when the factory closed its doors
And how it survived all those world wars and me

In the papers I read
"Insolvency" is what I dread
They solved the problem of our love
In the boardroom above

I called your dad crying' and hopin'
That someday, someway
The factory would reopen

He said to hang up and stop all your moping
There's no day or no way
The factory would reopen
There will be no day and no way
The factory will reopen

I got a job at the home for the blind
Well, it's not a real job, I just go from time to time

And of course
Another baby's in your belly
You're divorced from your hubby
I've been outsourced, I've been let go