Good Afternoon

Stand in the line, you feel so inclined, have soda
Good afternoon, my young dude
It's all you want, you can't shake it off, I know bud
But you'll have to pay, I'm afraid

That I can't help you out
Though I tried so hard to make you happy
The situation here almost got me canned
And I need the money, ooh-ooh
And I don't expect you to care

You just want your two-dollar soda
Expecting things, I hardly even know you

You turn away, you feel so ashamed, insulted
What can I say? It's not your day
Never before have you failed to lure in your hometown
What a shame, am I to blame?

'Cause I can't help you out
Though I tried so hard to make you happy
The situation here almost got me canned
And I need the money, ooh-ooh
And I don't expect you to care

You just want your two-dollar soda
Expecting things, I hardly even know you
Oh, you just want your two-dollar soda
Expecting things, I hardly even know you



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Gebhardt
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