Foldin' all these messed-up clothes
Cause no-one does it themselves anymore
I don't understand why they won't fold a crease
So that those unsold tees
Aren't all just left there in a flop
I don't understand why they won't fold

When it's shoppin' time, I don't like how
Most people are indiscreet
About makin' mess that, in their house
Would be cause for shouts and shrieks
It'd be one thing, however
If it's just one shirt that they knocked loose
And they had simply not bothered
To hang it back up, that would be rude
This is somethin' diff'rent
Like strong winds hit
Buddy, what's your deal with not-your clothes?

Foldin' all these messed-up clothes
Customers never do it anymore
I don't understand why they won't fold a crease
They leave it all for me
Whether or not I'm on the clock
I don't understand why they won't fold, yeah
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah
I don't understand why they won't fold

You've got time to stop, time to stop for
Makin' the store neat, you see
"I won't do the wage slave's job, dork"
That's how you're dismissin' me?
Technic'lly yes, but it's better
To not be a pig and leave refuse
I know you'd find it a bummer
When they're too busy cleanin' for you
Pissin' (oh) them off with this (yeah)
Pile of shit fits (yeah)
Buddy, be a guest in your mate's home

Foldin' all these messed-up clothes
So many pricks don't do it anymore
I don't understand why they won't fold a crease
Less than a minute, geez
I bet at home, they're not a slob
I don't understand why they won't fold, yeah
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah
I don't understand why they won't fold, yeah (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
I don't understand why they won't fold

Way too many folks act like this (they act like this)
Entitled assholes with zero niceness (yeah, damn)
Causin' just the biggest spill of jeans ev'rywhere (yeah)
And they simply wave it off, I don't like this, yeah (like this)
So I stay here 'til it's clean (real clean)
Not for overtime, just want it neat (oh-oh-oh)
Otherwise it needles in my brain like a worm (geez)
Wish they all had said worm (yeah), might cease (right now)
Some people have an off day (day, yeah)
On them, I don't put much blame (don't put much blame)
Still afraid most of the mess makers will seethe
If they're asked to refrain (-frain)
They're screamin' "YOUR JOB" like a doucheknob
Wish that I had the power to ban their face (ban their dumb face)
For destroyin' my work space
Like my manager has done before (yeah)

Foldin' all these messed-up clothes
It's all my job's comprised of anymore
I don't understand why they won't fold a crease
To make the shelves look neat
Instead they're all dumped on the floor (oh, no)
I don't understand why they won't fold, yeah (I don't understand) (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah (yeah) (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah (whoa-oh) (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
I don't understand why they won't fold, yeah (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh (so), yeah (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh (I don't understand), yeah (won't fold, they're a cold jerk)
I don't understand why they won't fold