The crackhead is dancing by the Pepsi machine
He's feeling real good, if you know what I mean
His phone hangs from his neck on a chain
He's got his bling, though his attire is plain
Now this woman ~ her baby is ready to drop
And she is in a body suit made of Daisy Dukes and a crop top
Those girls over there are about to fight
They used to be best friends, but they are no longer “tight”
The little old lady fiddles with her purse
Drops her list, then her pen, and then she starts to curse
Her daughter would help if she would only let her
Unfortunately, it never seems to get better
Seagulls and pigeons make their homes on the roof
If you don't believe me, look at the cars for proof
Pushing, cutting, and snide remarks abound
Sometimes you get caught up just going around
One register open, the self-check is jammed
In these long lines bad tempers are crammed
You know what is sad? The worst of this part
Is that all of this is a typical day at Wal-Mart!
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