Lyrics

Now 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 grass
We were hungry hard luck heroes
Tryin’ just to stay alive
So we’d go down to the local grocery
This is how we’d survive

Who’s gonna steal the peanut butter
I’ll get the can of sardines
Runnin’ up and down the aisle of the Mini-Mart
Stickin’ food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the racks
And 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
We had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch the big round mirror
While I’d fill up my coat
Then we’d head for the check-out aisle
With a lime and a bottle of beer
Into the car and get back home
‘Cause supper time sure is near

Who’s gonna steal the peanut butter
I’ll get the can of sardines
Runnin’ up and down the aisle of the Mini-Mart
Stickin’ food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the racks
And 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

I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I have had my share
Sure is funny laughin’ at it
But I don’t wanna go back there
But every now and then when I’m in the market
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

Who’s gonna steal the peanut butter
I’ll get the can of sardines
Runnin’ up and down the aisle of the Mini-Mart
Stickin’ food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the racks
And 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

Boy, these steaks sure are cold down in my britches
And these weenies are sticky too, you know