Press Room - Joe Glazer

When I got me a job in 63
At the register factory
They put me on a stool on the press room floor
To run this machine for evermore

Um chuck, um chuck all day long
Um chuck, um chuck was my song
If you think your life is a bore
You’ve never been on the press room floor

Five hundred pieces every hour
The foreman says, “Boy you’ll go far”
If you can make it six-oh-two
There’s another machine that’s waiting for you

Um chuck, um chuck all day long
Um chuck, um chuck was my song
If you think your life is a bore
You’ve never been on the press room floor

The days passed slowly by it seems
At night the press room filled my dreams
I got a vacation once a year
But even at the beach the sound I’d hear

Um chuck, um chuck all day long
Um chuck, um chuck was my song
If you think your life is a bore
You’ve never been on the press room floor

I married a machine that cannot feel
My kids were little pieces of steel
The foreman must have been their grandpa
Because when the bin fill up, he said “Ahhh”

Um chuck, um chuck all day long
Um chuck, um chuck was my song
If you think your life is a bore
You’ve never been on the press room floor

Now times have changed, machines have too
One day they said, “That’s all for you”
Modernization is where it’s at
There’ll be a computer where you once sat

Um chuck, chuck no more for me
I’ll sit at home and watch TV
Collect unemployment for a while
And get me a job that has some style

So I retrained in 83
No more press room, not for me
I wear a white shirt and my hands are clean
They put me in front of a TV screen

Ooope ooope all day long
Ooope ooope is my song
If you think your life is a bore
You’ve never been on the high tech floor

Ooope ooope all day long
Ooope ooope is my song
And my life is still a bore
And I get less than ever before