Lyrics by 𝙍𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮𝟟𝟟_𝙖𝙞𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 Suno: www.suno.com/@riley77_aimusic YouTube: www.youtube.com/@Riley77_aiMusic X: www.x.com/Riley77_aiMusic Reddit: www.reddit.com/user/Riley77_aiMusic/ Instagram: www.instagram.com/riley77_aimusic/ [Verse 1] Clock in, punch the time, another shift at Greasy Spoon, Ketchup stains on my apron, smell of fries fills the room. Flip the burgers, mop the floor, the orders I must send, Manager’s yelling, “Move it, girl!”—my sanity’s at the end. The counter’s sticky, my shoes squeak, the clock’s my enemy, Serving combo meals to folks who barely look at me. The order sign hums loud, buzzing in my brain, Another night, another battle to not go insane. [Chorus] Spatula dreams, they’re burning out, Minimum wage, I wanna shout! Grease in my hair, but I don’t care, Shift’s almost done, Time to have some fun! [Verse 2] Drive-thru beeps, my heart skips, it’s him in his old truck, Blue eyes, crooked smile, yeah, wish I had the luck. He orders nuggets, extra sauce, I fumble with the bill, Hand him his bag, our fingers brush, the Coke I almost spill. But the headset crackles, “Hurry up!”—the boss is on my case, I’m blushing hard, he drives away, a smirk across his face. Back to scrubbing counters, dreaming of his rusty Ford, Counting down the minutes ‘til I’m free from this discord. [Chorus] Spatula dreams, they’re burning out, Minimum wage, I wanna shout! Grease in my hair, but I don’t care, Shift’s almost done, Time to have some fun! [Bridge] The fryer’s hissing, ice cream machine’s broke, My paycheck’s a joke, I wanna choke. The clock finally hits ten, I’m peeling off this hat, Friends are waiting, party’s calling, I’m done with all that crap! [Verse 3] Clock out, ditch the uniform, I’m running down the street, Alive with excitement, feel the pavement ‘neath my feet. House party’s jumping, bassline shakes the walls apart, Crew’s all here, cold drinks, we’re dancing in the dark. Forget the grease, the rush, the orders barked at me, With my friends, I’m weightless, this is where I’m meant to be. Maybe he’ll show, my drive-thru crush, under the porchlight, For now, dancing to the beat, forgetting the bullshit tonight. [Chorus - Final] Spatula dreams, they’re burning out, Minimum wage, I wanna shout! Grease in my hair, but I don’t care, Shift’s almost done, Time to have some fun! [Outro] Party’s loud, We’re alive, Laughing, Partying ‘till five. We—don’t give a damn!
