He's there every morn at four thirty
doing his daily routine
pushing the carts in a circle
only he understands what that means

Watching him do his cart dance
they roll so fluid and clean
it's his true love and romance
no wonky wheels, to be seen

He'll do it again after closing
rounding up all of the strays
his chaps and hat fairly flying
doing it all his own way

His humor and candor refreshing
you get close you might hear him exclaim
"somebodies got to do it
someone may remember
my name"