Poncho

Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane 'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain Hey, I bag the taters, and I sweep the lobby See how far my Associates got me Don't get me wrong, this ain't my hobby I'm a victim of the times, you see If I'd have been a banker, then I'd be bankin' But I studied music. What the hell was I thinkin'? And I stay depressed, so I stay to drinkin' Lord, have mercy on me Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane 'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain Well I push and I pull Like a damned old fool And I stop for the cars goin' by They flip me the bird And yell dirty words And I just hang my head and cry Well they're always rushin' And they won't stop fussin' When we're out of what they wanna buy And I'm stoned and I'm tired But I can't get fired 'Cause the union man's on my side Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane 'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain