Paul Hansen - Corner Shop

You go down to the Corner Shop
With pints and quarts and brooms and mops
Squeeze the fruit, it feels so hard
Like philosophies of Kierkegaard
The fruit it rolls onto the floor
It rolls and rolls out through the door
Your brain is stuck with frozen feet
As you watch it roll on down the street
You go down to the Corner Shop
You pass the kids that skip and hop
A perishable shelf life dig
Like you're part of Spengler's gig
Things in a can and in a box
And the capers for the lox
Infinite Amenities
I think therefore I am a can of peas
You go down to the Corner Shop
With merchandise you just can't top
Excuse me sir do you stock these teas?
Hemlock sir for Socrates?
Mum needs to make a cookie batch
Dad needs a Lucky and a match
And you have an itch you just can't scratch
Existential egg that just won't hatch

Written by:
Paul Hansen

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find