[Verse 1] Joey, watch that milk! I tell myself, “Get moving,” then the carton hits the ground, I’m Austin with the mop, but Joey’s making more before I turn around. Milk in the dairy aisle, eggs cracking in a trail, I’m sweeping up the breakfast while he’s opening another sale. [Chorus] Joey makes a mess! — I clean it up! Austin, grab the mop! — I’m all tied up! Joey makes a mess! — I clean it up! Never enough time, never quite caught up! [Verse 2] Some days something’s fermenting; I can’t tell what it was, Tags and tape and cardboard keep collecting where he does. Stickers stick to everything, a parade behind his shoes, I start to clear one little patch; there’s another one to do. [Chorus] Joey makes a mess! — I clean it up! Austin, grab the mop! — I’m all tied up! Joey makes a mess! — I clean it up! Never enough time, never quite caught up! [Bridge] Eggs? Gone. Milk? More. Tape on my sleeve, cardboard by the freezer. I tell myself, “One thing at a time”—Joey’s made it three. [Outro] Joey, watch that milk! I’m Austin with the mop, and there’s a fresh spill coming through.
