y'all to know That without fun there's no joy And without no factory, there's no fun All together as we sing The Fun Factory joyous song I want
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t eat a creature, that won't eat you. Food for everyone, Let's all eat - it's so much fun. Let that chicken be! a cow is not a factory! Fast food slaughter
cinders and crawl How many other fools like me Have lost their lives contractually Believing there must be far more Than nine to five, the factory floor? Countless thousands watched their dreams
me babe Be good to me Be good to me babe Be good to me Just be good to me Baby can't you see that you're the one for me The girl in my dreams and
was kissed a little moreWhoaoa, I knew we were falling in loooveYes, I did and so I told her all the thingsI'd been dreaming ofNow we're together nearly
please stay Rap 1: What's up what's wrong? Don't stop loving me 'cause my love is very deep And i know what you need What can i do to fulfill your dreams
I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows My snout turned up from dream factory
and George Daniels I love you baby We just down at the chocolate factory having fun, ya'll So if you want to call in to the chocolate factory the number
you're always right 'Cause you know how to prove it, step by step PhD to show you're smart with textbook formulas But you're used up, just like a factory
you're always right 'Cause you know how to prove it Step by step A PhD to show you're smart With textbook formulas But you're used up Just like a factory
out And let the fun begin Let the boys out Let the boys out And let the night come in. We don't like it We don't like it We're from the factory
behind They meet the boys from the factory They're staying out all night, all night Sixth form girls, they're looking good Skin tight jeans, they're out for fun
a thousand towns across the commonwealth Out on a date but like a dog she smells the fear and runs And still we make our cheap tortured artists are no fun I dream
Wonder Bread Factory, surplus stores and Maybelline Hold my hand, I hold my own Gotta get me out of the junkyard heap Kicking back in marigold summertime dream
