Lyrics

here’s a blue and white sign glowing where young’uns waller on the floor
It’s got men and women asking why folks don’t beat their kids no more

There’s a clean-up on aisle 7, a price check on lane 24
My wife thinks this place is heaven; it’s called the Wal-Mart Superstore

I think I lost a dozen brain cells just by walking through the door
Soon you’ll find me riding horses in front of the Wal-Mart Superstore