[Intro – spoken] Dairy frozen, back of house— Joey’s been through here again. Austin, broom in hand. Clock says: keep up. [Verse 1] Joey cuts the corner with a carton in his hand, Milk across the tile like a white tide through the land. Austin grabs the mop, but the next call’s already in: Eggs beside the freezer, shells beneath the spinning fan. [Pre-Chorus] One spill down, two more round the bend, Austin wipes it clean; Joey starts again. [Chorus] Joey makes a mess, Austin cleans it up, Sweep, mop, hurry—never quite enough. Milk, eggs, tags and tape all trail behind, Austin’s chasing Joey’s wake, one step behind. [Verse 2] Some days something fermenting’s bubbling in a tub, Cardboard on the floor and stickers stuck to gloves. Tape on Austin’s sleeve, price tags in a row, He clears a path to nowhere—there’s another mess to go. [Pre-Chorus] One spill down, two more round the bend, Austin wipes it clean; Joey starts again. [Chorus] Joey makes a mess, Austin cleans it up, Sweep, mop, hurry—never quite enough. Milk, eggs, tags and tape all trail behind, Austin’s chasing Joey’s wake, one step behind. [Bridge – spoken, dry] Austin: Is that the last of it? Joey: I think so. [Shouted] Then the cardboard slips—and there it goes! [Final Chorus] Joey makes a mess, Austin cleans it up, Sweep, mop, hurry—never quite enough. Milk, eggs, tags and tape all trail behind, Austin’s chasing Joey’s wake, one step behind. Joey makes a mess, Austin cleans it up! Sweep, mop, hurry—never quite enough! [Outro] Broom goes left, mop goes right, Joey’s back before the floor’s dry.
