Lyrics

[INTRO]
Oh, Ed's on the floor, with his game face on,
Warehouse warrior, from dusk till dawn,
Pushing parts, keeping things in line,
In the world of valves, he's no where to be seen.

[VERSE 1]
Ed’s name's on the list, he’s got no fear,
Running that warehouse, he’s shifting gear,
Double time’s a no-go, no Sunday grind,
Working hard all week, but Sunday’s for his mind.
Eat nine meals when the clock ticks right,
Fueling up his hustle from morning till night,
Natural gas may pay, but he’s sticking tight—
In nuclear lands, Ed's ready to fight.

[CHORUS]
Warehouse runner, blazing the way,
It’s Ed in the zone, making parts dance and sway.
No more Sundays, ain't that just his style?
With hot sauce on hand, Ed's living life in style!

[VERSE 2]
He’s got that rhythm, he’s got that beat,
Sliding through the aisles on his swift, quick feet,
Packing up the orders, lifting up the load,
In the valve kingdom, Ed can’t be found.
Mexican pride, flavoring his day,
With a dash of that sauce, keeping blandness at bay,
No pain, just gain, working hard on the floor,
Every single meal's a step to earn more!

[CHORUS]
Warehouse runner, blazing the way,
It’s Ed in the zone, making parts dance and sway.
No more Sundays, ain't that just his style?
With hot sauce on hand, Ed's living life in style!

[BRIDGE]
Owning the shift, pushing the clock,
In the world of steel, he’s the man you can't knock.
Ed’s on a mission, with pride in his heart,
In this warehouse game, he plays a vital part.

[VERSE 3]
From gears to gadgets, he’s keeping it tight,
Master of the hustle, always ready to fight.
Nuclear’s his scene, where he finds his flair,
With every single turn, you can bet that he’s there.
So here’s to Ed, our hero so bold,
In the warehouse realm, forever he’ll hold—
A throne made of valves, a kingdom of steel,
A warehouse warrior! No valve work for him.