Early in the morning factory whistle blows,. Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,. Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,. It's the working, the working, just the working life
Five miles out of London on the Western Avenue. Must have been a wonder when it was brand new. Talkin' 'bout the splendor of the Hoover factory. I know that you'd agree if you had seen it too It's
