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

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!
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Peanut Butter Conspiracy Lyrics

Jimmy Buffett – Peanut Butter Conspiracy Lyrics