Billy Scooper's Tired Life (Alternate Ending)
Every day same ol'
Trying to reach payroll
Shoving it back and forth
Catch while it's falling
Seems so appalling
Moving it to the north
(Unload the mattress from the conveyor belt)
Pack it up softly
Ship it out crossly
Spending my days
Around packing peanuts
Cardboard boxin'
And the smell of cotton
They call him Billy Scooper
As he falls right into bed
He ponders all the crazy things
That float around inside his head
Loading the trolley
All day and all night
Cart it around
Making no sound
Talking to neighbors
On the left and the right
I'll recite a small rhyme
To pass the time
They call him Billy Scooper
As he falls right into bed
He ponders all the crazy things
That float around inside his head
"Look at the clock, it's time to check stock
250 packed, we're almost done for the day"
What do you think of your coy occupation?
A reverberant grin
Did appear on your chin
Personally, I don't see how
You can make yourself allow
How happy can one be
Working in some factory?
"Well, it works out quite nicely for me
It's not quite perfect, but I've got nowhere else to be
You know if I get my pay
I'm quite happy at the end of the day"
They call him Billy Scooper
As he falls right into bed
He ponders all the crazy things
That float around inside his head
Trying to reach payroll
Shoving it back and forth
Catch while it's falling
Seems so appalling
Moving it to the north
(Unload the mattress from the conveyor belt)
Pack it up softly
Ship it out crossly
Spending my days
Around packing peanuts
Cardboard boxin'
And the smell of cotton
They call him Billy Scooper
As he falls right into bed
He ponders all the crazy things
That float around inside his head
Loading the trolley
All day and all night
Cart it around
Making no sound
Talking to neighbors
On the left and the right
I'll recite a small rhyme
To pass the time
They call him Billy Scooper
As he falls right into bed
He ponders all the crazy things
That float around inside his head
"Look at the clock, it's time to check stock
250 packed, we're almost done for the day"
What do you think of your coy occupation?
A reverberant grin
Did appear on your chin
Personally, I don't see how
You can make yourself allow
How happy can one be
Working in some factory?
"Well, it works out quite nicely for me
It's not quite perfect, but I've got nowhere else to be
You know if I get my pay
I'm quite happy at the end of the day"
They call him Billy Scooper
As he falls right into bed
He ponders all the crazy things
That float around inside his head
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Writer(s): Dominic Intervallo
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