(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