Take it out, hear them shout
"Thanks for the service", you're gonna do it again
You are the few the proud
You are the grocery worker, a dumbass in greeen
And the job's low wage
And the pay's not raised and the end's not near
So get the tip without a fit
"Thank's for the money" you're gonna do it again
The way that you mop
It's just the way that you stock like it ain't no thing
And every single shift is just a trip to hell
Then the morning comes
Take your broom shake it out
Sweep every aisle you're gonna shake it again
It is your foe, manager's friend
He is your night shift nazi
You are his personal slave
And the job's low wage
And the pay's not raised and the end's not near
So take your tip without a fit
"Thank's for the money" you're gonna do it again
The way that you mop
It's just the way that you stock like it ain't no thing
And every single shift is just a trip to hell
And when you work time moves so slow
Kind of like it's saying "I told you so"
Your want to go but manager says "no"
It's really gonna suck
And the job's low wage
And the pay's not raised and the end's not near
So take the tip without a fit
"Thanks for the money" It's just the way that you are.
It's just the way that you stock like it ain't no thing
And every single shift is just a trip to hell
Then the morning comes