My brother's a machinist  And he works at the mill  And he makes more money  Than you ever will  He just got married  To a Polish girl  With a space  Between her teeth  When he was ten  Or eleven years old  He was helping out my Pop  In the barbershop  Sweeping up the hair  As it would drop  On to the boardwalk  And out of the shop    Doctor, doctor, what you say?  How 'bout lettin' him out today?  I can promise you he'll be ok  There ain't no reason  For him to stay    Get him back on his feet again  Back on his feet again  Open the door and set him free  Get him back on his feet again    One day he was workin'  In the barbershop  Knocked over some bottles  With the handle of his broom  And he cried  Daddy took him to a baseball game,   And still he cried  Daddy took him to the zoo,   And still he cried  Daddy said, "Son, I ain't angry,   But I'm so disappointed in you."    Get him back on his feet again  Back on his feet again  Open the door and set him free  Get him back on his feet again