In the backroom of the new store blues,
Gallagher’s missing his meds, chasing a fuse. That was never lit .
Lowell leading TJ to follow every rule,
Debbie tagging everything, staying cool.
Kevin leans on carpet samples, pretendin’ he’s got a plan,
Biff wanders like a puppy, Dreaming of oak island outcomes and who ate his cookie .
Oh, these aisles go on forever, time keeps slipping through the cracks,
Every label, every tag, every moment counts.
We’re syncing up the shelves with a chorus in the air,
New store blues, but we’re almost there.
Lisa redoes bays where things don’t fit,
What caused that mix-up? It’ll take a little bit to find out.
Erica needs driving school, clock ticking loud,
Get that license before the boss turns her away .
Jordy stocks with flair, a song in every rack,
Chris preps the faucet bays, a steady, sparkling track.Wishing Gallagher would show up
Oh, these aisles go on forever, time keeps slipping through the cracks,
Every label, every tag, every moment counts .
We’re syncing up the shelves with a chorus in the air,
New store blues, but we’re almost there.
Daniel catching a glimpse of light cloud in the sky , planning away .
His future looks bright, a beacon in the glare.
Kay says, “Tag it right, learn the way,”
Moonwalks past the pallets, saying what she may.
Jordan’s out again—out again, out again, “Hold the line!”
Travis on the lift, reaching for the sign.
Time extends, extends, extends—will he finish the climb?
Terran, aka T, cool as whip cream, makes Omar look good .
Oh, these aisles go on forever, time keeps slipping through the cracks,
Every label, every tag, every moment stacks.
We’re syncing up the shelves with a chorus in the air,
New store blues, but we’re almost there.
Lugo’s dressed like he’s fishing, hint: no fishing today,
But the fashion show in the stockroom steals the day.
Jordan moonwalking through the scene,like he’s been out several days .
A parade of personalities in a maintenance sheen.
Bop-bop, bop-bop, beat of the scissor lifts
Bloop of first phones scanners tapping hearts.
We tag, we stock, we laugh through the noise,
Together we’ll finish what we started with all our ploys.
Oh, these aisles go on forever, time keeps slipping through the cracks,
Every label, every tag, every moment counts .
We’re singing through the shelving, a rhythm in the air,
New store blues, three and a half minutes of flair.
So raise your hat,stamp your feet.
We’ll tame the chaos with a wink and a sway.
New store blues, were a legend in our minds .
From the front to the back, we’re load-bearing, we’re bold.
