Look—everything was perfectly fine
until the frickin’ DJ of Aisle 8 decides
the bottles of olive oil and vinegar,
stacks of tuna fish and whatever
weren’t put up exactly the way he does
Do you know he calls us Whippersnappers?
He’s always sucking his teeth and complaining
Not that song again!
The store never plays one single song
he isn’t dying to turn down
That’s why I call him The DJ
You tell him I said “Thanks a lot”
His DJ days are over!
It’s about time he retires
and buys a sweet place
on Isle 8