Baggers resume
To packaging your food
They'll put it In your cart again
I am so doomed
This job is like a tomb
I hope I get laid off again

I don't want to be the one
The patrons always choose
But, in spite, I realize
that I'm the one abused

I'll direct them to aisle four
Although I want to scream
But all they do is desecrate
These people are so mean!
I know I will get crummy pay
My paycheck is so light
Yet it's
"Paper or plastic?!"
It's "Paper or plastic,
Alright!?"

Open the store
Slowly unlock the door
Try not to doze off yet again
Oh no, what more--
Except that angry bore
That hag, her name is "Mary Ann"

I know I will be the one
This half-wit seems to choose
Cause my age, I realize
Is perfect for her woos

I don't want this conniving whore
To flirt with me; I'll scream!
I do not want to copulate
I don't mean to sound mean
I don't know why it got this way
I'll never be alright
But it's
"Paper or plastic!?"
"It's Paper or plastic,
Alright?!"

Afraid of her cat-calls
It's me she did exalt
I'll never work again
So this is how it ends:

I don't know why this customer--
She wants to make a scene
So now I made this parody
To show you what I mean
I don't know why I got this job
It really sucks, alright?
Cause it's "Paper or plastic!?"
It's "Paper or plastic!?"
"It's Paper or plastic,
Alright?!"