I'm Just Movin' Lyrics

I'm Just Movin' Text

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Babe:
There isn’t a thing you don’t want that isn’t in this store.
From soda pop to a genuine pearl in a can of oysters.
And I know the code for every one of them.
On the register is a little book with all the codes, I never look at it.

You got your green grapes forty-twenty-two
And your reds is forty-twenty-three
You got your granny smith seventeen
Australian navel twelve
I tell you it just comes to me
I got my right hand ready on the register
Use my left to scan the groceries

And when I “P.L.U.” it
For the flowers or the fruit
I never have to look at the keys
Please! I’m just movin’

Other Checkers:
Pedal, scan, scan, code, scan

Babe:
I’m just movin’

Other Checkers:
Pedal, scan, scan, code, scan

Babe:
Way more fun than some high-techer
Workin’ as a checker
And movin’ movin’ movin’

Other Checkers

Any coupons?

Babe:
When I got out of high school way back when
Didn’t want no secretary job
I heard the grocery callin’ me callin’ even then
And I still love it though the work is hard
You see these part-time girls work slow all week
Then Friday night go dancin’ for their kicks
But here is where I’m dancin’
And my mood’ll be enhancin’
I even come on days I feel sick
And quick-I’m just movin’

Other Checkers:

Pedal, scan, scan, code, scan

Babe:
I’m just movin’

Other Checkers:

Pedal, scan, scan, code, scan

Babe:
Way more fun than some high-techer
Workin’ as a checker
And movin’ movin’ movin’

Well, sure my feet get tired,
Got my aches and pains
By the time I was eighteen
I had the varicose veins
But I put on my support hose
And my doctor Scholl’s shoes
Head down to Treasure Island
Dance away blues
By just movin’

(speaking)

When I go on vacation, it’s great for maybe two, or three days,
But then I get so lonesome for this place.
I look foreword to coming to work. I love it something terrible!

(singing)

So I don’t want no office, no sirree
give me the grocery
No matter how hectic it gets
I’ll be movin’ movin’ movin’ movin’
Movin’ movin’ movin’ movin’
Movin’ movin’ movin’ movin’
Babe and her Treasure Island superettes!

(speaking)

Paper or plastic?

[Thanks to jennyr45@hotmail.com for lyrics]