Lukewarm Hot Dogs in the Car Dealership Parking Lot

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Yeah. Check. Two hundred and fifty years of freedom, man. And I’m looking at a soggy bun. Motor Werks, nine to four. You know the vibes. Numbers on the board but ain't nobody pulling up today. (Sound of heavy rain falling) Open on the Fourth, man, you gotta be kidding me Two-fifty on the nation's age, making history But I'm posted at the dealership, skies looking miserable Rain coming down, making all the street signs invisible They dropped five grand on a public cookout Set the white tents up, waiting on a local look-out Manager said, "We gonna pack the lot today!" I’m looking at the weather radar like, "Ain't no way." Who the hell is pulling up to buy a brand new ride When the thunderstorms are forcing all the families inside? Got the giant bulk packs, grill is getting soaked This entire operation looking like a joke Felt like the Costco parking lot when we unloaded Now the mustard’s watering down, the buns eroded. Lukewarm hot dogs in the Costco parking lot Five thousand dollar budget, look at what we got It’s nine to four, pouring rain on the Fourth of July Watching all the empty hours just passing us by Yeah, lukewarm hot dogs on a paper plate Selling cars on a holiday, ain’t it great? Nobody showing up, the charcoal's getting cold Just another rainy story that the finance office told. I’m sitting at the desk, looking out through the glass Watching soggy decorations sinking in the grass Ain't no fireworks here, just the sizzle of the beef Trying to get a walk-in, man, we need some relief Got the FIPOT loaded up, ready for a deal But the only thing we serving is a sad looking meal Yeah, five grand on the spread, where the people at? Just me and the lot guys shooting the chat. Got the premium ketchup, got the gourmet buns But the weather outside is just blocking the sun We out here looking crazy in the driving rain Trading holiday freedom for a headache and pain. Could be grilling in the backyard, cracking a cold one Instead I'm pushing metal till the whole day is done. Lukewarm hot dogs in the Costco parking lot Five thousand dollar budget, look at what we got It’s nine to four, pouring rain on the Fourth of July Watching all the empty hours just passing us by Yeah, lukewarm hot dogs on a paper plate Selling cars on a holiday, ain’t it great? Nobody showing up, the charcoal's getting cold Just another rainy story that the finance office told. Yeah. Good job, team. Make sure you cover those buns before they dissolve. Lock the doors at four. Two hundred and fifty years. At least the hot dogs were free. (Fade out with the sound of rain and a distant car alarm)