It's all the same, only the faces change
Everyday it seems they're rusting away
Another lot where damn carts are so cold
I push all night just to push some more
I'm a bagger, on six carts I ride
I'm wanted to bag up your rye
Wanted to bag up your rye

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day when the cart rack is so full
Sometimes you're all alone and all you do is think

I'm a bagger, on six carts I ride
I'm wanted (wanted) to bag up your rye
Wanted (wanted) to bag up your rye

Oh and I ride!

I'm a bagger, on six carts I ride
I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive
And I walk this lot, loaded ten carts on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, still I'm standing tall
I've seen a million shoppers and I've rocked them all

'Cause I'm a bagger, on six carts I ride
I'm wanted (wanted) to bag up your ryue
'Cause I'm a bagger, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive
And I ride, bagging up rye
I still drive, bagging up rye
Bagging up rye
Dead or alive
Bagging up rye
Dead or alive