"The Finished Product" lyrics

I've got a job at the brewery
I taste each final crop
An like, a fool I lose my cool
And I don't know when to stop
I'm a dedicated company man
I enjoy my work
I'm the finished product of a brewer's art

A constant drip of water
Can wear away a stone
And too many years of working here
Will kill me if I last that long
Every time I bend my elbow
It pulls my lips apart
I'm the finished product of a brewer's art

I stay up all night long
Putting in my overtime
Cause when you're working here and you're drinking beer it don't cost a dime
So I'll stay married to this job
'Til death do us part
I'm the finished product of a brewer's art

I stay up all night long
Putting in my overtime
Cause when you're working here and you're drinking beer it don't cost a dime
So I'll stay married to this job
'Til death do us part
I'm the finished product of a brewer's art

I'm the finished product of a brewer's art