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Joe gets his joe and takes his seat in the back
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Runs his key 'cross the fender of a brand new Honda Accord
He's a proletariat legend, if you know what that means
He's got Ditka hair, looks like a beer keg dressed in jeans
It's hard to imagine anyone any rounder
He doesn't come well toned
See him out patroling the doughnut counter
He's not fat, he's just big boned
He's Factory Joe, yeah he's Factory Joe
He's the working class superhero, hard-hat in tow
He's Factory Joe
He's always good to go
He's better than you and me
He's got seniority
He sneaks in cream, he's ashamed he can't take it black
Factory Joe makes every union grievance stick
I can't tell you what I think he is, but it rhymes with stick
If you want to read his paper you'll find it
Across the bathroom floor
You can only see him by appointment
He's in his office down in stall four
Factory Joe gets really happy when a strike comes 'round
He smiles when his pension doubles down
He get's kind of angry with all this sentimental talk
But when noone's around he daydreams
He's still Joey from the block, yet he's still
Factory Joe, he's Factory Joe
He's a big fat slob, he's a working class schmo
Factory Joe, he's Factory Joe
He eats all the doughnuts and the doughnut holes
Factory Joe, he's Factory Joe
His beer gut hangs particularly low