Fryin’ All Morning

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Maranda works at Giants Hair pulled up Clock hits four Grease poppin’ on that fryer She’s been here since before the door Chicken in the baskets Timer screams its same old song Smell stuck in her blue polo Name tag hangin’ on too long [Chorus] Fryin’ all morning Same old fluorescent sky Counting down the minutes Till she finally says goodbye Fryin’ all morning Hands smell like salt and steam Stuck between the hot case And some half-forgotten dream [Verse 2] She slips to the deli counter Wipes her hands Puts on a smile Cutting cheese by the quarter pound “Anything else?” in that practiced style Assistant Brian’s hollerin’ “Tenders up We need ‘em done!” Cooling racks already crowded But he swears that’s how it’s run [Chorus] [Bridge] Shane’s still out on break Ten more minutes than he should She’s stacking trays and talking To the mop handle like it’s good “Maybe one day I’ll clock out And just keep walking past this door” But the buzzer yells The case runs low She’s dropping baskets like before [Chorus]