Two Hundred Boxes

(With apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford)

Some say robots will take all our jobs

I won’t mind if they take all the jobs

Let the robots win and I’ll shed no tears

I haven’t had a bathroom break in years!

You pack two hundred orders, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter, don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go

I owe my soul to the Amazon store

I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine

Went to the warehouse and got on the line

I packed two hundred orders for Amazon Prime

And the foreman said, “You’re doin’ fine!”

You pack two hundred orders, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter, don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go

I owe my soul to the Amazon store

Lived all my life in an Amazon town

Mama said don’t let the company down

Coughin’ and sneezin’, I worked on the line, 

And Mr. Bezos said, “You’re doin’ fine!”

You pack two hundred orders, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter, don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go

I owe my soul to the Amazon store

Home from the warehouse, I get online, 

Order my groceries from Amazon Prime,

Watch a new series on Amazon, too, 

Go to bed early, what else can I do?

You pack two hundred orders, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter, don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go

I owe my soul to the Amazon store

When I die, no funeral for me

I still owe money to the store, ya see

Just pack me up in the biggest box

And ship me to heaven from the loading dock

You pack two hundred orders, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter, don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go

I owe my soul to the Amazon store