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 corner grocery And this is how we'd survive
(Chorus) Who's gonna steal the peanut butter I'll grab a can of sardines Runnin' up and down the isles of the Mini-Mart Stickin' food in our jeans We never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the rack 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 Had it all down on a note Ricky would watch that big round mirrior And I'd fill up my coat Then we'd head for the checkout isle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Head to the car, got to make it on home 'Cause supper time's gettin near
I guess every good picker has had some hard times I sure had my share It's really kind of funny to laugh at 'em now But I don't want to go back there So every now and then when I'm in the grocery I'll take a little but not much 'Cause you never know when those hard times'll hit ya' And I don't want to loose my touch
Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! We would pay the Mini-Mart back!