Hey, I don’t work here Tom Cardy

[Verse 1]
Saturday morning comes and goes
Without too much on my mind
Except maybe lunch
I walk down to the shops just to move
Feel a bit rough from last night
I may have drunk a bit too much
A lady in the supermarket
Approaches way too fast
And her eyes are intense
And she spits a little bit when she asks:
"Where do you keep the pasta?"
"I dunno... aisle 3?"
"Well can you get it for me?"
I just want a Gatorade
But she rolls her eyes so I kind of lose it

[Chorus]
Hey
I don't work here
And if I did
I would not sell you shit
Hey
I don't work here
But maybe I should
That way I could hide all of the things you want from you
Hey
I don't work here
But if I did
Would I be wearing a dirty white singlet (Ya fool)
Hey
I don't work here
But maybe I should
Silly me! I've had the pasta all along (Fuck you)