[INTRO] [Instrumental: immediate relaxed roots-country groove] [VERSE 1 — MAN 1] Clock said eight, we rolled in late Coffee in a paper cup Boss walked by with that clipboard eye So naturally we stood right up [MAN 2] Grabbed a pencil, found a box Started counting what was there [MAN 1] Didn't know what needed counting But we counted it with care [PRE-CHORUS — BOTH] If you look like you know what you're doing Folks'll give you half a chance Put a clipboard in your hand And suddenly you've got a plan [CHORUS — BOTH] We're taking inventory Writing everything down Moving things from here to there And walking back around Looking busy, looking steady Like we know just what we've got Everything is accounted for— [BAND CUTS DEAD] [BOSS — SPOKEN] What are you two doing? [MAN 1 — SPOKEN] Inventory, sir. [BOSS — SPOKEN] Inventory of what? [MAN 2 — SPOKEN] We don't know yet. We just got here. [ONE BEAT OF SILENCE] [BAND RETURNS WITH A BRIEF GUITAR ANSWER] [VERSE 2 — MAN 2] Found three bolts without a home One old glove and half a broom Seven boxes marked "miscellaneous" Taking up miscellaneous room [MAN 1] I said, "Write it on the inventory." [MAN 2] I said, "Mark it where?" [MAN 1] He looked at me, I looked at him We both went back to counting chairs [PRE-CHORUS — BOTH] There's a science to appearing Like the work is well in hand Keep your pencil moving quickly Nobody questions the plan [CHORUS — BOTH] We're taking inventory Writing everything down Moving things from here to there And walking back around Looking busy, looking steady Giving everything a spot Everything is accounted for— [BAND CUTS DEAD] [BOSS — SPOKEN] How long have you been doing inventory? [MAN 1 — SPOKEN] Since you asked. [BOSS — SPOKEN] And before that? [MAN 2 — SPOKEN] We were looking for the remote. [PAUSE] [BOSS — SPOKEN] What remote? [MAN 1 — SPOKEN, QUIETLY] Don't answer that. [BAND CRASHES BACK IN] [SHORT INSTRUMENTAL ROOTS-ROCK TURNAROUND — ORGANIC GUITAR AND ORGAN, NO VOCALS] [BRIDGE — MAN 1] Some men build and some men haul Some men know where things belong [MAN 2] Some men lose the television remote And somehow end up in a song [BOTH] But when the boss comes walking There's one thing you ought to know— [HALF-BEAT STOP] Grab something that looks official And never let the clipboard go! [FINAL CHORUS — BOTH] We're taking inventory Writing everything down If we find out what we're counting We'll be famous in this town Looking busy, looking steady Giving everything a spot Everything is accounted for— [BAND CUTS DEAD] [BOSS — SPOKEN] Did you find the remote? [MAN 2 — SPOKEN] Yes, sir. [BOSS — SPOKEN] Where was it? [MAN 2 — SPOKEN] He was sitting on it. [ONE FULL BEAT OF SILENCE] [MAN 1 — SPOKEN] Mark it down. [BAND HITS ONE BIG FINAL CHORD] [OUTRO] [Short amused guitar response; relaxed, clean ending]
