I was just a chore boy. Though my glory's rather low
I had wondered why the bigwigs
And the stockholders just grumbled when the profits ebbed
All tried their best
Yet the plans weren't clear when the markets veered. They disregarded trends

mm-mm-mm ...

When our shop was closed by my family, I was so sore and annoyed
'Cause of companies with chain stores
That had quietly derailed vocations, none were spared
Wages low, squeezing out the stores on corners
It was sad to see them go
Hookin' swarms of faces, lowly chains did grow

Try-low-priced ...

Lacking only forward gazers, like a rookie named Steve Jobs
To enhance their coffers
Chairmen trudged on and ignored the shift in attitudes
I truly dared swear their minds and eyes were so closed up
They looked too numb to care

Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah

[Instrumental break]

Try-on-line ...

Now they're laying off. Red ink sure flows
I'm dissing guys with brawn. Growin’ woe
Swear the rude-dork pity spinners aren’t feedin’ me
Need some meat, so it goes

In a clearing stands a box store and a shy deer where light's aimed
The deer's staring, like with blinders
A leathery thud could take him down
As such be killed by driver with a brand new class of brain
Brights are beamin', eyes are seein'
But the shy deer still gets maimed

Try-A-I ...

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