Workin' In The Glue Factory Blues
By Danny Smith


Woke up on Monday, got a dog stuck to my face,
He said "Sorry to trouble you, mister, but there's a cat I gotta chase"
Yes I woke up on Monday, with a dog stuck to my face,
And when the doggy see's a cat he just... drags me all over the place.

I woke up on Tuesday, with a cat stuck to the dog,
He said his name was Chester and he offered me his paw,
Yes I woke up on Tuesday, with a cat stuck to the dog,
Things were goin' great... till they tried to lick my balls.

I woke up on Wednesday, looked down to see a rat,
he was stuck to the dog, 'cos he had eaten the cat,
Yes I woke up on Wednsday, I looked down to see a rat,
He said "The dog's next, mister... now what you think 'bout that?"

So I woke up on Thursday and true to his word,
the rat had eaten half the dog, there was blood on my shirt,
Yes I woke up on Wednesday, the rat was as true to his word,
But stuck to the rats leg... was a crazy mockingbird

So I woke up on Friday, my face was stuck to the bed,
I was stuck to a chair too and the rat, he was dead,
Yes I woke up on Friday, I was stuck right to the bed,
and half a dog, a rat and a little bird... I wanna be in a bar instead.

You see I woke up on Saturday, I needed a drink,
the corpses still stuck to me, were causin' a stink,
I woke up on Saturday, Lord I needed a drink,
I gotta wash the glue off... I'm headin' for the sink.

So I woke up on Sunday, with nothin' stuck to me,
but tomorrow I go back to the glue factory,
I woke up on Sunday, with nothin' stuck to me,
I still smell like shit, though, that's why no-one talk to me.

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