Imagine there's no retail
It's easy if you try
No one to punch or kick us
No one to make us cry

Imagine all the people
Trying to ring through their own shit
Ooooooooooooh Yeah...

Imagine there's no customers
It isn't hard to do
No one to work you like a slave
Never missing breaks too....

Imagine all the managers
Running for their lives
From aaannnngggrrryy customers

You may say I'm a cynic
But I'm not really wrong
I hope someday I'm mentioned
When Weird Al records this song...

Imagine no idiots
I wonder if you can
No one to bring you a goldfish
And ask if it's a frying pan

Imagine all the panic
When we walk out those doors
To strriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike...

You may say I'm a cynic
But I'm not really wrong
I hope someday I'm mentioned
When Weird Al records this song...