And now, the mildew's
spread
And so I need a shower
curtain
My friend, my jogging
shoes
Won't last the day, of
this I'm certain
I've searched thru
every mall
I've blown each cent I
had from my pay
So now, from here on
in, I'll shop at
BiWay
Good deals, I've had a
few
But then again too few
to mention
I've browsed those
discount stores
But left with troubled
apprehension
I'd grab my
Mastercard
And hit those mean
streets every Friday
But now, I get my fix,
when I shop
BiWay
Yes there were times,
I'm sure you knew
When I'd head for "A
Buck Or Two"
But through it all when
there was doubt
I shout and swear and
whine and pout
I'd spend it all, but
now I haul my ass to
BiWay
My wardrobe's pretty
lame
The threadbare look is
my attire
I think I'll burn it
all
Cause there's a sale in
Sunday's flyer
To think I used "Club
Zed"
And may I say, not in a
shy way
Oh no...oh no, no
mo
Cause now
it's
BiWay
For what is a man, what
has he got
If not a yacht then he
has squat
To shop with pride,
he'd sell his soul
He'd give up his Remote
Control
The record shows. I
thumbed my nose
And shopped
at
BiWay
