Rockin’ Fillets

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“Tilapia at 3:30” [Verse 1] Three twenty-nine, everything’s calm, Then here comes Tim with his shopping list drawn. Walks to the counter, knows what he needs, Tilapia fillets—no time to browse the shrimp! I’ve got the tongs and the paper laid flat, Don’t even need to ask, “Tim, what’ll you have?” He points at the fish with a nod and a grin, Clock hits three thirty—let the ritual begin! [Chorus] Tilapia fillets at three thirty! Tim’s right on time, never early. Wrap ’em up nice, put the sticker on tight, Tim’s got his dinner all planned for tonight. Three thirty! Three thirty! You could set the store clock by Tim’s tilapia journey! [Verse 2] Salmon looks good, and the snapper looks fine, Tim says, “Tilapia,” every single time. Could have crab legs, could pick something new, But Tim’s got a plan and he’s sticking it through. DJ says, “Jaden, you know what time it is?” I look toward the counter—yep, there he is. Sean wants an update, I say, “We’re on track— Tim got his fillets, and he’ll probably be back!” [Bridge] If Tim’s running late, we’re checking the door, “Three thirty-two? What’s he waiting for?” Then he comes around the corner, and the whole crew knows— It’s tilapia time, that’s how this goes! [Final Chorus] Tilapia fillets at three thirty! Tim’s right on time, never early. Bag ’em up fresh, send him on his way, Same fish, same time, that’s the Tim buffet. Three thirty! Three thirty! The most dependable man in the tilapia industry! [Outro — spoken] “Hey, Tim, wanna try the salmon?” “Tilapia fillets.” “Yeah… figured.”