[Verse]
Bob at sixty-five still livin with his dad
Slamming down the wrenches when he gets mad
Micro-managing parts with a fiery glance
Throwin' tools around like he's in a trance
[Verse 2]
In the commercial zone he's got us on the ropes
Running crazy like a circus without any hope
Cuss words flyin' like sparks from a wheel
Man's a hurricane you hope ain't real
[Chorus]
Bob's tantrums make the shelves shake
Every swear an earthquake
In the AutoZone where we find
Chaos rules and order's blind
[Verse 3]
He’s watchin’ every move like we’re on parole
Grumpy ol' boss takin’ his toll
Sweatin' bullets as we stock and sort
Under his watch we can't retort
[Bridge]
Shift after shift and day by day
We navigate the madness in our own way
Bob's storms are fierce but we survive
AutoZone life's crazy but we stay alive
[Verse 4]
Shelves of wiper blades and oil cans
Dodging Bob’s moods as best as we can
In this shop we call our home
We hustle hard from dawn till gloam