Gallagher on the lookout, with a drill-bit glare,
Equipment whisperer in the wind, danger hanging in the air.
Garcia climbs the bays, yeah he’s got that fearless grin,
Getting every bolt in line, let the metal songs begin.
Felipe’s dodging courtroom shadows, dodges left, dodges right,
Tiny legal battles in fluorescent light.
Lol’s teaching TJ to stand tall, do what’s right, not wrong,
Debbie tags the aisles, where the funny tags belong.
We are the Home Depot Heroes, with sparks and a steel refrain,
Rumbling through the lumber, roaring like a hurricane.
Laughing through the chaos, you can feel the crowd ignite,
Stockin’ shelves, singin’ shelves, rockin’ through the night.
Leslie seeks the find of the century, treasure in the crate,
Keith keeps the stock in order, never runs out of fate.
Damn, the blues are rollin’ in, but we’re punchy as can be,
We turn a busted cart into a victory symphony.
In the aisles we’re a chorus, with hammers for heartbeats,
Corded chords and plywood dreams, a rhythm in the feet.
From the porch to the paint aisle, we hustle, we improvise,
A little bit of chaos, a whole lot of wise.
Gallagher’s “Watch me” pose, slips on a rubber mat,
Garcia yells “Incoming!” as a ladder does a spazzy pat.
Felipe whispers to a catalog, “Court can wait till Friday,”
Lol teaches TJ the sacred rule: “Ask before you spray!”
Debbie tags the prices like a comet in the night,
Leslie finds a glittery screw—oh what a sight!
Keith stacks the stories, shelves align like stars,
And the blues? They’re just a soundtrack to our victory bars.
We are the Home Depot Heroes, with sparks and a steel refrain,
Rumbling through the lumber, roaring like a hurricane.
Laughing through the chaos, you can feel the crowd ignite,
Stockin’ shelves, singin’ shelves, rockin’ through the night.
So raise your hammers, raise your laughs, raise the banner high,
In the glow of yellow-orange, we conquer, we amplify.
Home Depot heartbeat, marching like a drum,
We built this crew together, and the fun has just begun.
