Well I'm tiein up my apron and I'm a head out to work
Where real people come equipped with lists and fake money
Find a nest in the back chill in the freezer
Find an old crappy cart with a crappy wheel
And I'm a stock it up and down the aisle
With a bottle of ketchup and lots of mustard
Buy a pop and a sign sayin' I am the most
Then push that cart up and down to the aisle
Give a toast to the manager, drink with the DIG's
Get thrown in the crusher and tossed out of the deli
Sip the Mt. Dew ...I wanna leave
Find the small store sellin' fresh food
Start an secret service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the back of the store
DIG and I'm the real dumbass

And I'm headin' out to work sucker...because I wanna be a
DIG baby, With the apron tided back and the stocker stockin
DIG baby, Back room chillin' with the closing manager
I wanna be a DIG baby
Workin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
DIG baby, I can smell bad food an aisle away

I bet you'll hear my name called when the cart rolls up
It goes (Carryout to register one) like nails on glass
Stoned cashier, stoned manager, stoned out of my mind
I once was had money, but now I'm just broke
fresh lettuce and tomatoes, strawberries and onion
Get an ad to the sales, find all the bargains
And if the price is right you'll buy them all

And let the Cashiers know to call me a
DIG baby, With the apron tided back and the stocker stockin
DIG baby, Back room chillin' with the closing manager
I wanna be a DIG baby
Workin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
DIG baby, I can smell bad food an aisle away

Yeah...DIG...you can call me Blinky
Rollin' little orange with a bottle of pepsi
Stockin the shelves, using my own style,
Heading all the way up, and down the aisle

No kiddin', sack slingin', feet hittin' the floor
Call me Melon, I'm tellin, with the key to the horse
No remorse for the manager, in his eye I'm alright
I'm gonna paint his store yellow, and paint Charlie white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Roundeye
Find Hy-Vee workers for my list to die
Mack like managers, work like dogs
They told us to work, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me...makin me work for these small ass checks
I ain't no idiot, I'm just a regular failure
I'm already outta stock so I'm straight out to the trailer
Cuss like a moron...drink like a prick
My only words of wisdom are just, "Paper of Plastic?"
I'm pushin my cart all around the store and
Keep on movin' until it becomes a bore

DIG, With the apron tided back and the stocker stockin
DIG, Spendin' all my time upfront baggin
DIG, Workin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
DIG, I can smell bad food an aisle away
DIG, With the apron tided back and the stocker stockin
DIG, With the apron tided back and the stocker stockin
DIG, I'm sayin 'Just Sack It!'