there's nothing convenient about it
this shop until we drop
with crying child on every isle
we long ago sold out of love

there's a big demand for pride in the can
mixed up with lust and greed
before they give it away grab you some hate
up and down isle one, two, and three

then in the back on the discount rack
is dish upon dish of selfishness
if you haven't yet tried your hand
while it lasts grab it fast

with a bag half empty of why not me
there is shelf upon shelf of envy
although others worked hard for it
you still feel it should be free

slowly make your way through excess of the day
in disarray on the bottom shelf
no need to reach high for this scrumptious delight
but hurry before it's too late

with nothing convenient about it
we'll all shop until we drop
leaving behind crying child on every isle
we long ago sold out of love