[Verse 1] Everybody wanted Hank. That was the first thing I learned. If Hank was available, somebody already had dibs. If Hank was charging, somebody was waiting. No arguments. No complaints. Just an understanding. Because Hank never acted up. Never squeaked. Never groaned. Never panicked. He just worked. [Verse 2] I finally got him on a Friday night The dock was backed up, nothing going right Carl was complaining, Gus was in a mood And Wendy had decided overtime was rude Pete thought disaster was around the bend Betty was correcting everyone again But Hank just sat there calm and bright Like he'd already seen the end of the night [Chorus] Happy Hank, rolling smooth and slow Never in a hurry, always seems to know Which pallet moves and which one waits Like he's reading tomorrow's freight Happy Hank, everybody's friend Gets the job done again and again No drama, no fuss, no mystery to solve At least that's what we all thought [Verse 3] The strange thing wasn't what Hank would do The strange thing was what happened around him too Traffic cleared. Dock doors opened. Lost pallets turned up. Problems seemed smaller. Not gone. Just manageable. Like the whole warehouse took a deep breath Whenever Hank was nearby. Joe called it luck. Betty called it coincidence. Carl called it poor planning. But nobody really believed themselves. [Pre-Chorus] Because every shift had a moment or two Where something impossible slipped on through And somehow Hank was always there Rolling quietly through the air [Chorus] Happy Hank, rolling smooth and slow Never in a hurry, always seems to know Which pallet moves and which one waits Like he's reading tomorrow's freight Happy Hank, everybody's friend Gets the job done again and again No drama, no fuss, no mystery to solve At least that's what we all thought [Bridge] Around three a.m. the warehouse lights hummed low I was parked by receiving watching trailers go Then Hank stopped. Just stopped. Not for danger. Not for traffic. Not for a task. He turned slightly toward the abandoned storage wing. The same direction Paranoid Paul always watched. And for the first time ever... Happy Hank didn't look happy. The moment lasted one second. Then he rolled away. Like nothing happened. [Final Chorus] Happy Hank, rolling smooth and slow Keeping secrets nobody seems to know Always smiling through the overnight grind With something hidden in the back of his mind Happy Hank, everybody's friend But every story eventually bends And maybe underneath that easy charm He knows something that's causing alarm [Outro] As dawn broke over the loading docks I plugged Hank into his charging spot For the first time, I noticed something. Every forklift charger had a number. One through seven. But Hank wasn't plugged into seven. He was plugged into... Zero. And nobody could explain why.
