Well kids, the animatronic band is on the fritz again...
*electric bzzrt*
So please put your hands together for Red! The minimum wage worker and the dead inside band!
This next song is dedicated to working in retail.
[first part of the outro tune]
[A fairly upbeat country-esqe song, just Red's guitar playing]
Ding a ling ding as you walk their floor. "Greetings" says the man at the front of the store.
A bright blue vest says he's personnel. And you just stepped in wage slave hell.
We all smile here cause we're trained to lie! And when there's a sale make you notified!
There's cantalope, and potpourri!
But we also tend to peddle in broken dreams.
I've got a dozen bills, no hope to pay. For medicine! And my student days.
If that weren't bad things are getting worse! An angry fat lady with a giant purse!
She walks to the desk with steel in her eyes and a fistful of coupons that are all expired!
She huffs and puffs, and she makes such a fuss! That the day becomes a circus cause she's frickin nuts!
She'll come back tomorrow like she always will. To grill us poor souls for the previous bill!
And the day after that, like she always does. The guys at the store call her "Sissy Fuss".
Corporate came by, said morale ain't high. So we got an hour training in suicide!
How to spot when someone isn't doing well. Which we all need to know in wage slave hell.
Gary start smoking for the extra breaks. Which is why we never see him when packing crates!
I might worry more about the health of a man. But dying from your cancer's the retirement plan.
I laced up my boots and I shook their hands. And agreed that I would help them push all these brands!
That was the moment of my personal knell.
As I took a position in wage slave hell...
[background music from the song continues to play]