I like big box and I cannot lie.
You other shoppers can't deny
That when a guy walks in with a big ass cart
And his Fitbit set to start,
He gets sprung, wanna pull out his tough
'Cause he notices that store is stuffed
Two thousand of the jeans he's wearing.
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh Costco, I wanna get with you
And take your picture.
Some elitists tried to warn me
But that stuff you got makes me so horny
You wanna get in my family wagon*?
Well, use me, cruise me
'Cause you ain't that average grocery
I've seen snobs panic
To hell with your organics!
Costco's sweet, Chet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette*
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' farmers markets are the thing.
Take the average family man and ask him that
You gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your Costco got pork butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Bake it! (Bake it!)
Take that 20 pound butt!
Costco is crack!
* I purchased our family wagon at Costco. Yes, a station wagon, at Costco. Before that we had a minivan. I guess that's a topic for another episode of bad things I like.