I think you taught me about everything

I think you taught me that too

Did you say that you'd pay better

If I wanted you

To come again tomorrow



Go ahead and fire me

Mister big

Your words inspire me

Like your clothes



There's a special in aisle c

And all the people are gone

I heard you say that to be someone

You've got someone to pay

Again tomorrow



Cassettes are sold in aisle b

Microphones are too

I think I've got me a red handed tight fisted excuse

And I'll be back tomorrow