There's a long line of carts
And they're calling
Out to you
There's no end to the frustration
Just a sense of desolation

But this long line of carts
Is calling out to you

And this long line of carts
Is all that's left to do

We can't break until
They're finished
Or go home until
They're done

But just when you
Think that it's over
There's more than
When you begun

Cause this long line of carts
Will never have an end

And this long line of carts
Will drive me
Around the bend

From the tills
Inside our save-on
To the stalls outside the door

They just won't ever
Stop from coming
Seems there's always more and more

So this long line of carts
Is calling out to me

For this long line of carts
I better keep the key