Me and My Mom

Lyrics

[Title: Me and My Mom] [Verse 1] Punch in by the loading bay, clipboard in my hand Mom’s already givin’ orders like she owns the whole command We pick twelve-packs, stack ’em high, then stop to make a plan She says, “Without us two around, this place would never stand” I nod like I’m the foreman, she nods like she’s the chief We’re just order pickers in reflective safety fleece But every little pallet gets a speech from you and me Like Pepsi called a meeting just to hear our policy [Chorus] If it wasn’t for me and my mom, this place would fall apart We’re the backbone, we’re the brains, we’re the warehouse heart Never made a bad call, never missed a single beat Funny how the boss still tells us where to park and what to eat If it wasn’t for me and my mom, you’d all be lost somehow We ain’t in charge officially—but we’re pretty sure we are now [Verse 2] Mom can find a crooked carton from a hundred feet away I can spot a missing barcode and explain it all day When the scanner starts complainin’, we blame the software crew When the count comes up a little short, the count must have been new We take a break to troubleshoot the break room coffee pot Then tell the newer workers every shortcut that we’ve got A supervisor walks by and says, “Can you clear aisle three?” We say, “We’d love to, but leadership is busy—let us be” [Chorus] If it wasn’t for me and my mom, this place would fall apart We’re the backbone, we’re the brains, we’re the warehouse heart Never made a bad call, never missed a single beat Funny how the boss still tells us where to park and what to eat If it wasn’t for me and my mom, you’d all be lost somehow We ain’t in charge officially—but we’re pretty sure we are now [Bridge] We don’t do wrong, we just redefine Every little mistake as a management design And if you hear us talking, it’s important, that’s a fact Though the whole crew’s whispering, “Please just get back to your stack” [Fiddle Turnaround] [Verse 3] So here’s a friendly message from the folks on loading dock The kingdom needs its pickers, and the clock is still a clock Grab the order, scan the label, put the cases where they go Save the grand executive speeches for the ride home after four [Final Chorus] If it wasn’t for me and my mom, this place would fall apart We’re the backbone, we’re the brains, we’re the warehouse heart Never made a bad call, never missed a single beat Funny how the boss still tells us where to park and what to eat If it wasn’t for me and my mom, you’d all be lost somehow We ain’t in charge officially—but we’re pretty sure we are now [Outro] Me and my mom, saving the day again Order pickers by title, presidents by ten Me and my mom—now hush and grab that case The warehouse won’t collapse if you just do your job in place