Lookin' back at my hard luck days I really do have to laugh Workin' in a dive for twenty six dollars Spendin' it all on grass We were hungry hard-luck heroes Tryin' just to stay alive We'd go down to the corner grocery This is how we'd survive Chorus: Who's gonna steal the peanut butter I'll get the can of sardines Runnin' up and down the aisle of the Mini Mart Stickin' food in our jeans We never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the rack We all swore if we ever got rich We would pay the Mini Mart back Yes sir! Yes sir! We would pay the Mini Mart back It was a two man operation Had it all down on a note Ricky would watch that big round mirror And I'd fill up my coat Then we'd head for the check-out aisle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Into the car, got to make it on home Supper time's getting near Chorus I guess every good picker has had some hard times I sure had my share It's really kinda funny to laugh at 'em now But I don't want to go back there So every now and then when I'm in the grocery I'll take a little but not much 'Cause you never know when those hard times'll hit cha And I don't want to lose my touch Chorus Yes sir, yes sir We would pay the Mini Mart back