[Intro - spoken] Joey’s dairy frozen department. Austin’s got a broom, a mop, and a schedule that’s already gone. [Verse 1] Joey rounds the corner, carton doing cartwheels, Milk across the tile like a white-capped sea. Austin grabs the squeegee, checks the clock again, Mop bucket’s still sloshing from the mess at ten. [Pre-Chorus] One hand on the handle, one eye on the aisle, Austin keeps it moving with a tired little smile. [Chorus] Joey makes a mess, Austin cleans it up, Sweep it, mop it, fill the bucket up. Milk on the floor and the clock won’t wait, Austin’s chasing Joey down aisle eight! [Verse 2] Eggs go crack like a breakfast parade, A dozen little puddles in the path that he made. Something in a tub’s been fermenting for days, Austin finds the source by the sour little haze. Tags on the floor, tape stuck to his shoe, Cardboard and stickers in a trail coming through. [Pre-Chorus] He stacks up the boxes, peels tape from the tile, Then Joey leaves a fresh one halfway down the aisle. [Chorus] Joey makes a mess, Austin cleans it up, Sweep it, mop it, fill the bucket up. Milk on the floor and the clock won’t wait, Austin’s chasing Joey down aisle eight! [Bridge - spoken, then shouted] Austin: I just cleaned this spot! Joey: Which spot? Austin: The one you’re standing in! [Verse 3] Frozen door swings open, another carton tips, Austin’s got a mop in each hand, tape on his fingertips. The list keeps growing, the minutes run thin, He gets one aisle shining, Joey’s starting again. [Final Chorus] Joey makes a mess, Austin cleans it up, Sweep it, mop it, fill the bucket up. Milk, eggs, tags, tape—what a shift to navigate, Austin’s chasing Joey down aisle eight! Joey makes a mess, Austin cleans it up, One more spill and he’s gonna need a bigger cup. Clock says closing, but the floor says “wait”— Austin’s still mopping down aisle eight! [Outro] Joey, watch that carton! Too late. Austin’s got the mop.
