Supermarket Sweep

Clean up in aisle seven Barry's spilled his guts out again He's all over the cereal And people are starting to complain Well, he might not never have wanted this life And we took him off frozen goods for a while Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought In every dead end job, in every dead-end town Eskimo Steve, who led the frozen team When he saw Barry, his heart, it sunk I remember just last week in the corner there He collapsed in a heap of happy potato faces We all just thought the cold was getting to him Because it does Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought In every dead end job, in every dead end town Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought In every dead end job, in every dead end town I swap the bits of meat, and I don't care what you think I never wash my hands at work, that's why they always stink I really hate myself I really hate this job I really hate this coffee I really hate my boss I float in fog, yeah, I float in fog, yeah, I float in fog, yeah I just go round, and round, until I look at the large light on the ceilin' I'm dead, I left your fagging all four behind the uncut bread Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought In every dead end job, in every dead end town Maybe the monotony is here to stay, he thought In every dead end job, in every dead end town