Out on the town on Saturday night   Factory kinds prowlin', out for a fight   They're dressed up in drag and dressed up in jeans   Chasing the visions they've seen in their dreams   Factory girls giggling behind the wall   Hoping that someone will give them a call      They're so tired of the factory life   Try to escape it on Saturday night   Pick yourself up and open your eyes   Get yourself outta the factory life      They don't look very pretty; they look kinda sad   Talking 'bout all of the scenes that they've had   Jive talkin' street walkin' tryin' to escape   Wishing the man would give them a break   It's all rushing past, in front of their eyes   And they flash off and on like great neon signs      How I hate to see you   Wasting so much time   Building barricades   Around your tired minds