歌词
[Short Intro]
**Verse 1:**
Welcome to the packer’s zone, where chaos is prime,
Stuffing clothes in bags that fight you all the time,
It’s a game show without a prize, just bags with a grudge,
Acting like they’re auditioning for a horror movie judge.
**Pre-Chorus:**
Every bag’s a diva, throwing fits on the spot,
You’re wrestling with fabric, and it’s getting hot,
Targets from some joker who thinks this is a hoot,
While you’re out here sweating, like you’re chasing a loot.
**Chorus:**
We’re packers, mate, in a packing Tetris spree,
Fighting with bags that act like they’re on TV,
Struggling with targets set by a clueless clown,
While dreaming of a world where bags don’t act like they’re frowning.
No worries, mate, that’s our daily show,
Stuffing these bags like a circus freak show,
Our job’s a sitcom, outrageous and bold,
But we’re laughing our heads off, in the packing gold.
**Verse 2:**
You think you’ve won? Here’s a new twist,
A bag that’s now possessed, a real packing misfit,
Wrestling with clothes like you’re in a wrestling bout,
All while fantasizing about a bag that won’t pout.
**Pre-Chorus:**
We’ve got targets on the wall, set by a fool with flair,
Packing’s a hobby to them, but it’s a nightmare over here,
Every shift’s a comedy, a slapstick parade,
Trying to pack these bags, while we’re losing our grade.
**Chorus:**
We’re packers, mate, in a packing Tetris spree,
Fighting with bags that act like they’re on TV,
Struggling with targets set by a clueless clown,
While dreaming of a world where bags don’t act like they’re frowning.
No worries, mate, that’s our daily show,
Stuffing these bags like a circus freak show,
Our job’s a sitcom, outrageous and bold,
But we’re laughing our heads off, in the packing gold.
**Bridge:**
Every bag’s a beast with an attitude grand,
Defying all logic like it’s their command,
But we keep on stuffing, with a grin and a joke,
Cause down here, mate, we’re the ones who provoke.
**Chorus:**
We’re packers, mate, in a packing Tetris spree,
Fighting with bags that act like they’re on TV,
Struggling with targets set by a clueless clown,
While dreaming of a world where bags don’t act like they’re frowning.
No worries, mate, that’s our daily show,
Stuffing these bags like a circus freak show,
Our job’s a sitcom, outrageous and bold,
But we’re laughing our heads off, in the packing gold.
**Outro:**
So if you’re thinking packing’s a walk in the park,
Just remember our plight, and the bags that leave a mark,
We’re packers, mate, with humor to spare,
Packing Tetris Shenanigans, we’re the ones who dare!
