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Babe: There isn’t a thing you don’t want that isn’t in this store. From soda pop to a genuine pearl in a can of oysters. And I know the code for every one of them. On the register is a little book with all the codes, I never look at it. You got your green grapes forty-twenty-two And your reds is forty-twenty-three You got your granny smith seventeen Australian navel twelve I tell you it just comes to me I got my right hand ready on the register Use my left to scan the groceries And when I “P.L.U.” it For the flowers or the fruit I never have to look at the keys Please! I’m just movin’ Other Checkers: Pedal, scan, scan, code, scan Babe: I’m just movin’ Other Checkers: Pedal, scan, scan, code, scan Babe: Way more fun than some high-techer Workin’ as a checker And movin’ movin’ movin’ Other Checkers Any coupons? Babe: When I got out of high school way back when Didn’t want no secretary job I heard the grocery callin’ me callin’ even then And I still love it though the work is hard You see these part-time girls work slow all week Then Friday night go dancin’ for their kicks But here is where I’m dancin’ And my mood’ll be enhancin’ I even come on days I feel sick And quick-I’m just movin’ Other Checkers: Pedal, scan, scan, code, scan Babe: I’m just movin’ Other Checkers: Pedal, scan, scan, code, scan Babe: Way more fun than some high-techer Workin’ as a checker And movin’ movin’ movin’ Well, sure my feet get tired, Got my aches and pains By the time I was eighteen I had the varicose veins But I put on my support hose And my doctor Scholl’s shoes Head down to Treasure Island Dance away blues By just movin’ (speaking) When I go on vacation, it’s great for maybe two, or three days, But then I get so lonesome for this place. I look foreword to coming to work. I love it something terrible! (singing) So I don’t want no office, no sirree give me the grocery No matter how hectic it gets I’ll be movin’ movin’ movin’ movin’ Movin’ movin’ movin’ movin’ Movin’ movin’ movin’ movin’ Babe and her Treasure Island superettes! (speaking) Paper or plastic?
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