Peanut Butter Conspiracy

Lookin' back at my hard luck days

I really do have to laugh

Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars

Spendin' it all on draft

We were hungry hard luck heroes

Tryin' just to stay alive

So we'd go down to the corner grocery

This is how we'd survive.

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Who's gonna steal the peanut butter

I'll get a can of sardines

Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart

Stickin' food in our jeans

We never took more than we could eat

There was plenty left on the racks

We all swore if we ever got rich

We would pay the Mini-Mart back

Yes Sir, yes Sir

We would pay the Mini-Mart back.

It was a two man operation

Had it all down on a note

Ricky would watch the big round mirror

And I'd fill up my coat

Then we'd head for the check-out aisle

With a lemon and a bottle of beer

Into the car got to make it on home

'Cause supper time is gettin' near.

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I guess every good picker has had some hard times

I have had my share

It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now

But I don't wanna go back there

So every now and then when I'm in a grocery

I'll take a little but not much

'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya

And I don't want to lose my touch.

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