Poncho
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Hey, I bag the taters, and I sweep the lobby
See how far my Associates got me
Don't get me wrong, this ain't my hobby
I'm a victim of the times, you see
If I'd have been a banker, then I'd be bankin'
But I studied music. What the hell was I thinkin'?
And I stay depressed, so I stay to drinkin'
Lord, have mercy on me
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Well I push and I pull
Like a damned old fool
And I stop for the cars goin' by
They flip me the bird
And yell dirty words
And I just hang my head and cry
Well they're always rushin'
And they won't stop fussin'
When we're out of what they wanna buy
And I'm stoned and I'm tired
But I can't get fired
'Cause the union man's on my side
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Hey, I bag the taters, and I sweep the lobby
See how far my Associates got me
Don't get me wrong, this ain't my hobby
I'm a victim of the times, you see
If I'd have been a banker, then I'd be bankin'
But I studied music. What the hell was I thinkin'?
And I stay depressed, so I stay to drinkin'
Lord, have mercy on me
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Well I push and I pull
Like a damned old fool
And I stop for the cars goin' by
They flip me the bird
And yell dirty words
And I just hang my head and cry
Well they're always rushin'
And they won't stop fussin'
When we're out of what they wanna buy
And I'm stoned and I'm tired
But I can't get fired
'Cause the union man's on my side
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
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Writer(s): Calvin Wayne Johnson
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