Bridgeport Lathe from The 2x4's by The 2x4's

Bridgeport Lathe
Lyrics and music by John Hovorka, Jr.

I want to hear the sound of the Bridgeport lathe. It's metal to metal it really is. Your basic ordinary men they work at Bendon Gear. And the screech of shearing metal is what they wanna hear. Foxy secretaries make a point of passing through the plant. And they know you want them to show it all. But you just might get your arm torn off if you look up for too long from your Blanchard Grind-All. I've worked bessemer converters out on Cheektowaga plains. And I've even done third shift on antiquated screw machines. And I'd even rather work at slaughterhouses in Niagara Falls. But Bridgeport lathe has got me by the balls. There's no time to sneak a cigarette or read a novel by Ayn Rand. And you don't have to do container work to get canned. The bossman he is staring at the men he's always near. Because the screech of shearing metal is what he's paid to hear. I want to hear the sound of a Bridgeport Lathe. It's metal to metal it really is. Your basic ordinary men they work at Bendon Gear. And the screech of shearing metal is what they're gonna hear. I've worked bessemer converters out on Cheektowaga plains. And I've even done third shift on antiquated screw machines. And I'd even rather work at slaughterhouses in Niagara Falls. But Bridgeport Lathe has got me by the balls.

• Rock
• New York