It's nine o'clock on a Saturday.
The mall-openers shuffle in.
There's an old man standin' at the door
waitin' for a fix on his engine.

He says, "Son, can I give you a memory?
I shopped here when the store was called Hahne's.
It was cheap and so sweet, and I loved it complete
'til it went through the bankruptcy pains."
La-da-da, da-de-da, la-da, la-de-da, da-dum.

"Show us a sale, you're the Paramus Man.
Show us a sale tonight.
Well, we're all here to spend Super Saturday
so give us the price that's all right."

Now John's at the bar there at Charlie Brown's.
He gets me my drinks for free.
And he's quick with joke, but the law says no smoke
and there's someplace that he'd rather be.

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me,"
and the smile runs away from his face.
"Well, I'm sure that I may take the buses home
'cause I'll never find my parking space."
La-da-da, da-de-da, la-da, la-de-da, da-dum.

Now Paul is a Foot Locker specialist
who never had time for a lunch.
And he's talking with Davey who works at Old Navy
unless there's a new layoff crunch.

And the waitress is asking for Sunday off
as the manager laughs at her goof.
Yes they're sharing a drink called "silliness"
but it's better than tips going "Poof!"

"Show us a sale, you're the Paramus Man.
Show us a sale tonight.
Well, we're all here to spend Super Saturday
so give us the price that's all right."

It's a pretty big crowd for a Saturday
and the manager gives me a smile
'cause he knows that it's me who works just about for free
and he's gotten away with it for a while.

And all Paramus, it sounds like a carnival
and Route 17's jammed up like Route 4
and they come up to me and they ask me with glee,
"What the hell's on sale here at this store?"
La-da-da, da-de-da, la-da, la-de-da, da-dum.

"Show us a sale, you're the Paramus Man.
Show us a sale tonight.
Well, we're all here to spend Super Saturday
so give us the price that's all right."