Shopping Cart Wrangler by Reggie Miles
(Tune: Ghost Riders In The Sky)

Reggie's Comments:  I didn't know if this song is technically a parody, or just insanity.  You choose.  It does, however, fill an important void in today's fast paced, sound and video bite oriented culture.  This brief saga tells about a real, honest to goodness folk hero who proudly steps forth from the canvas of modern American culture to be counted.  It is just one of the stories about untold numbers of Americans who relentlessly toil away their lives at thankless, low paying jobs.

I'm up at dawn, and work all day till the wee hours of the night.
My polyester uniform, it just don't fit me right.
And they don't allow me to take tips for the service I provide.
I work for minimum wage, with poverty by my side.

Yippee-yi-yah yippee-yi-oh-oh-oh-oh!
I'm a shopping cart wrangler, 16 years old.

In the drivin' rain or the blazin' sun or the freezin' hail or snow
When the boss says, "Go and git them strays." It's out the door I go.
I round 'em up and corral them with all the rest inside.
I'm a shopping cart wrangler, got my price gun by my side.

Yippee-yi-yo yippee-yi-ya-a-a-a!
I'm a shopping cart wrangler, is my cry!

Dodgin' trucks and automobiles over huge speed bumps and curbs.
And SUVs full of groceries, on their way back to the burbs.
Through potholes the size of Texas and puddles as big as lakes,
I drive my chatterin' herd homeward.
Then I take a coffee break.

Yippee-yi-ya yippee-yi-oh-o-o-o!
I'm a shopping cart wrangler, till I die

Copyright ©2002 by Reggie Miles