Laughin in Aisle 9

I grabbed a bag of coffee beans,
My wallet gasped, it split the seams,
Last month it cost me half, I swear,
Now I need financing to care.

Checked eggs and milk — they’re sky-high now,
My budget cried, “Oh, holy cow!”
I weighed some fruit, the scale just sighed,
"These oranges cost your rent!" it cried.

We’re laughin’ in aisle nine,
Tryin’ hard not to whine,
Got three meals, no wine,
But hey—we’re doin’ fine!

In frozen foods, I met my fate,
A pizza pie for ten—first rate!
I whispered, "Buddy, you’re gourmet,"
And left you there until my payday.

A shopper froze beside the bread,
“Should I, or skip the loaf instead?”
I said, “Go wild—it’s just a buck!”
Then we both laughed—good grief, what luck!

We’re laughin’ in aisle nine,
Tryin’ hard not to whine,
Got three meals, no wine,
But hey—we’re doin’ fine!

Cart’s half as full, bill’s twice the size,
Guess math has learned some grocery lies,
I scanned a chip bag, heard it say,
“You’ll pay in tears, but crunch away.”

The clerk said, “Points today for you!”
I said, “Do points buy dinner too?”
She smiled and handed me receipt,
My week’s nutrition—quite petite.

We’re laughin’ in aisle nine,
Tryin’ hard not to whine,
Got three meals, no wine,
But hey—we’re doin’ fine!

At checkout, someone hummed along,
"Inflation blues"—the shopper’s song,
We shared a grin—some gallows cheer,
That’s all that gets us through this year.

So if you see me in the store,
Comparing beans like life’s a chore,
Don’t mind my laugh—it keeps me sane,
Humor’s the cure for price-tag pain.

We’re laughin’ in aisle nine,
Tryin’ hard not to whine,
Got three meals, no wine,
But hey—we’re doin’ fine!

Forget the steak, I’ll dream instead,
Of cheaper days and garlic bread,
Till prices drop or pigs can fly,
I’ll laugh at bills—I won’t just cry.

We’re laughin’ in aisle nine,
Tryin’ hard not to whine,
Got three meals, no wine,
But hey—we’re doin’ fine!
We’re laughin’ in aisle nine,
Tryin’ hard not to whine,
Got three meals, no wine,
But hey—we’re doin’ fine!
We’re laughin’ in aisle nine,
Tryin’ hard not to whine,
Got three meals, no wine,
But hey—we’re doin’ fine!

rock song, upbeat rockabilly feel, twangy electric guitar, sax, simple drums” 
Male singers