Twenty-four Hours A Day by Simpsons
(Spoken)
(Hello baby, it's Apu to whom you are speaking
What's that baby?
You are proposing we have a cookout at the beach then get a page
from the kamasutra til the sun rises over the distant sea.
Sorry, baby that's impossible.
I own a convinience store, and baby you know what's that like.)
Got to sell the roadmaps,
Got to move that twelve packs,
I'm printing out the tickets for the lottery.
Move out all that trail mix,
Make room for the beef sticks,
Informing all the punks: this is no library, hey!
Yes, we have some string cheese,
I'll have to check those IDs,
We running out of half and half andsweet and low. Oh!
Would you like some jerky?
It comes in beef or turkey.
You see what I am up to baby, I can't go.
I'm working twenty-four hours a day.
That don't leave no time left to play.
We're open twenty-four hours a day.
That don't leave no time left to play.
(No, no, no.)
(Hey, if I deserted my post,
Who will be refilling the jalepeno peppers?
You? I don't think so.)
I make coffee for the rifraf,
Regular and decaff,
Eight ounce, twelve ounce, twenty ounce.
One for the road, sir?
Heatlamp dogs and Cheetos,
Microwave burritos,
Obey the printed warning or it's sure to explode.
I set out front the magazines,
In which the subject matter's clean,
Behind the counter, they are dirty variety.
It won't help to make a fuss,
I do not make change for the bus,
To use the restroom you must be an employee!
I'm working twenty-four hours a day.
That don't leave no time left to play.
We're open twenty-four hours a day.
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