[Verse 1 – male (Sam, young/awkward)] Walked in at six, door buzzed, no one around, Forklifts all lined up, trailers stacked on the ground. Plugged in the batteries, checked each pre-op light, Everything ready… yeah, everything right. [Verse 2] Holdover trailers waiting from yesterday, I just follow instructions, don’t ask, just obey. Moved a few pallets, staged them by the sheet, Didn’t think much, just keeping it neat. [Chorus – humans’ perspective, heard by Sam] Whoa, he’s done it all! The lot’s fully staged! Forklifts charged, trailers prepped, the dock’s engaged! All the holdovers cleared before our shift began, Looks like he’s the whole crew, that one rookie man! [Verse 3 – Sam, muttering] I nod and smile, don’t know what to say, No one told me to lift more than a tray. The humans arrive, their eyes open wide, They see all the work, can’t believe I did it all… in stride. [Bridge – humor / tension] I didn’t move forklifts, didn’t unload a truck, Yet somehow, in their minds, I’ve done all the luck. Emails from the office guide me through each task, They never see who’s really behind the mask. [Chorus – humans’ perspective, louder] Whoa, he’s done it all! The lot’s fully staged! Forklifts charged, trailers prepped, the dock’s engaged! All the holdovers cleared before our shift began, Looks like he’s the whole crew, that one rookie man! [Outro – Sam, shyly] I plug the last battery, give a little nod, Humans think I’m magic… I’m just a teen and a squad. I head out the door, the mystery intact, The Fly Club does the work… but they never get tracked.
