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