In the factory of wines He organised the system Stealing bottles out for other people Through various means In the factory of wines They drank together happily In unofficial coffee breaks Behind the scenes In the factory of wines He tried to organise a union No one was interested In ideas such as these In the factory of wines They treated him, eventually Rather like a cat with fleas Always searching for the cheese In the factory of wines They didn't recognise him The man from the management Dressed in plain clothes In the factory of wines - They didn't realise - Drinking a gla** of red And holding it up to his nose Writing out a report of the Estimated loss Leaving the piece of paper On the table of his boss In the factory of wines They agreed to make a deal Scared to d**h Of being crushed Beneath the big wheels Give us a name And then we will forget your crime Now he's standing, waiting To walk out of the door For the last time