This is a song that Chance wrote for his friend Lyle Kiser. Lyle wasn't happy with his job so Chance wrote this to make him laugh about it. It's what Chance would be thinking if he had the job Lyle had (at the time.)
Lyrics
I don't know why you ask me that. Are you trying to piss me off? Do I look like I know the answer? Or hold the key to the lock?
I don't know where they keep the fuckin' frozen peas. So you need to stop asking me. I don't stock the shelves or out put placement. I mop, sweep and clean out storage.
Mr. Riley told me not to talk to customers 'cause they'll distract me from work.
I don't go where you work and slap the dick outta your mouth and ask you where the flour is. So please stop bothering me as I try to push the carts.
Ask that guy up front 'cause he looks smart.
