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Song Parodies -> "Stock Boy (Sick of All of This)..."

Original Song Title:

"Roc Boys (And the Winner Is)..."

Original Performer:

Jay-Z

Parody Song Title:

"Stock Boy (Sick of All of This)..."

Parody Written by:

the_conqueror_of_parodies

The Lyrics

The guy who stacks the food at the grocery store...surely he must get fed up of bein' treated like shit all the time, right?
Sick of all of this, bro, so crap, please

First of all, think I lack respect
Fairly important person if one would reflect
You wanna find your crap without a damn map?
I work my ass off to make sure that the ham (okay)
Is not strewn amidst beef, turkey and lamb (okay)
Did you ever think about that main fact (okay)?
The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
So sick of pushin' this trolley, right (hey)
Must rearrange all that you've misplaced
What moron puts toothpaste next to cat food? A shame
When you fume at poor continuity
Between the signs and what's there, don't assume it's me
I'm the one fixin' 'em, just me it's restricted to
10 aisles without one mate, boss is cheap as shit (whoo)
Yeah, you've now a word stumbler
How dare the help accost you, the customer

The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
So sick of pushin' this trolley, right (hey)
Good luck findin' your bog roll or cake without
Me workin' my ass off here (whoo), movin' food around (move 'em around, round, round)
The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
The milk needs refillin'? I'll get to it, right (hey)
Don't appreciate the way you curse me out
I'm workin' my ass off here, movin' drinks around, whoo (move 'em around, round, round)
Move 'em around, round, round, hey

I'm aware you hate me, though I run this floor
Because my word, you won't take it, must be sure
"Where are the jarred pickles?" Told you aisle four
Want me to lead your ass there? That's not what I'm here for
Ev'ry time you pricks come through the door
Friggin' six bloody minutes 'fore quittin', Lord
You bring a horde of mad kids to wreck the store
And you won't discipline 'em, man, that shit, I abhor (whoo)
Knockin' cereal boxes to the floor
Get mad, you're all "You dork
I know my little spawn
Can't knock no box right on that damn floor"
Say no way there, José
We got it all on cam'ra, what do you say (whoo)
To that? "I'll leave then, you'll miss me"
That's true with fingers crossed, prick, please

The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
So sick of pushin' this trolley, right (hey)
Good luck walkin' through aisles with no mess without
Me workin' my ass off here, movin' food around (move 'em around, round, round)
The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
Great big apple spillin'? I'll get to it, right (hey)
Not a big fan of the way you curse me out
I'm workin' my ass off here, movin' drinks around (move 'em around)

Call corp'rate? What horseshit (I dare you now)
You bums only ever pull that old trick (I dare you now)
To get some more shit like coupons for torches
Won't reinforce it, cause it's a real bad endorsement
Reward for actin' like a clown?
Afraid you'll have to suck it up now
But, oh dear, will the cashier
Get it worse cause I lost my temper? No fear, cause I
Know for a fact that ev'ry damn one of 'em is on my side
Here's your damn rice
Collect your three boys in the next aisle

The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
So sick of pushin' this trolley, right (hey)
Good luck findin' where the (whoo) canned soup is without
Me workin' my ass off here (uh-huh), movin' food around (move 'em around, round, round)
The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
All the beans are missin'? I'll get to it, right (hey)
There's no pressin' need for you to curse me out
I'm workin' my ass off here, movin' drinks around (move 'em around, round, round)
Move 'em around, round, round, hey
The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
So sick of pushin' this trolley, right (hey)
Good luck findin' where the choc'late is without
Me workin' my ass off here, movin' food around (move 'em around, round, round)
The stock boy in the buildin' tonight (hey)
Somehow you keep slippin'? I'll get to it, right (hey)
Bitter mood just grows each time you curse me out
I'm workin' my ass off here, movin' drinks around (move 'em around, round, round)
Move 'em around, round, round, hey

Please
Don't yell so loud
We've got children, yeah
If you can't calm the hell down anytime soon, lady
I'll call in the coppers
Heard me right, public disturbance, that's you
No need to throw round calls for lawyers cause you're not in the right
You'll get no discounts lady
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ow!

I'd say this was me ventin' my experience at Coles, but that was only for a month, so that wasn't enough time for resentment to set in, I feel.

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