Poncho Songtext
von Pug Johnson

Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
′Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Hey, I bag the taters, and I sweep the lobby
See how far my Associates got me
Don't get me wrong, this ain′t my hobby
I'm a victim of the times, you see
If I'd have been a banker, then I′d be bankin′
But I studied music. What the hell was I thinkin'?
And I stay depressed, so I stay to drinkin′
Lord, have mercy on me
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Well I push and I pull Like a damned old fool
And I stop for the cars goin′ by
They flip me the bird
And yell dirty words
And I just hang my head and cry
Well they're always rushin′
And they won't stop fussin'
When we′re out of what they wanna buy
And I′m stoned and I'm tired
But I can′t get fired
'Cause the union man′s on my side
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
And belt out the blues so the shoppers all feel my pain
One-fifty a week is the only thing keeping me sane
'Cause I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain
Hey, I wear a poncho, and I push buggies in the rain