Clean-Up On Aisle 9

[Verse 1]
Clocked in
Name tag crooked
Half a grin
Someone asks me where the milk is
It's right behind them
"Do you work here?"
Yeah
I just dress like this for fun
Scanned your gum
Your bread
Your sun
Now your card's declined
You run
[Chorus]
Clean-up on aisle 9
That's my soul
It's doing fine
Sliding on a busted bag of rice
Laughing so I don't cry (oh yeah)
If you picked up what you dropped
Maybe my brain would never pop
But I'm pushing carts like it's a shrine
Clean-up on aisle 9
[Verse 2]
Lady with
Three carts
Says "I'm in a rush"
Hands me coupons from '92
Stares like I made them up
Guy on his phone
Spells his email way too slow
"At dot com
No
Other O"
I'm in a sitcom
They don't know
[Chorus]
Clean-up on aisle 9
That's my peace
My little shrine
Hiding by the frozen curly fries
Reading labels like they're signs (hey!)
If you read the giant board
You would find the sauce you hoard
But you call me like I'm hotline
Clean-up on aisle 9
[Bridge]
I invent backroom holidays
Take a break to talk to mayonnaise
High five the mop
It's seen some things
Crown myself the queen of plastic rings (woah)
I pretend the scanner is my mic
Thank you
Thank you
Goodnight
If one more asks
"You open late?"
I'll stage a strike by the sample plates
[Chorus]
Clean-up on aisle 9
That's my stage
Fluorescent shine
Stacking cans like they're my fans
Give 'em all a front row line (oh yeah)
If you did your own small part
Maybe I'd retire this cart
But till then
I'm doing fine
Clean-up on aisle 9

rock, Crunchy pop-rock band, female vocals up front with a sly, comedic edge. Verses bounce on tight palm-muted guitars and mid-tempo drums; chorus explodes with bright power chords and gang shouts on key punchlines. Brief half-time breakdown before final hook, with playful background “oohs” and “yeahs.” Mix keeps vocals crisp so every joke lands., pop rock, female vocals