Mostly Semantics

*clears throat*

(verse 1)
New Harris Teeter in Adams Morgan
I fucking can’t believe how sweet you are
I’ll never step through Giant’s door again
For Harris Teeter makes Giant it’s whoo-er (whore.)

(verse 2)
I’ve made my Giant lamentations known (check the comments)
and Capitulate’s essentially done that (enter choir backing with “cuz Giant su-u-ucks”)
No Giant jerks will challenge Teeter’s throne
Each effort it might try’d surely fall flat

(bridge)
And I don’t know what I did
Before the Teeter came along
He gave me copious fresh produce
and he made me sing a song

(chorus)
and Giant sucks a fat fat dong
I hope you all will sing along
its lack of chicken breasts no longer troubles meeee
you know I’m right
I know you’re wrong
so raise your voice
and bang a gong
and say a loud hurrah for glorious Harris Teeeeee

(verse 3)
I don’t even know what a watermelon radish is
but Harris Teeter has that shit in spades
And baby leeks and bok choi hearts - the shizzzz
at Harris Teeter more than makes the grade

(verse 4)
Ain’t eatin’ no more soggy cilantro
and I ain’t searchin’ for no panko crumbs
at Harris Teeter you could buy Pomelo
And we all know new citruses are fun

(repeat bridge and chorus)

(verse 5)
Harris Teeter, were you some southern Sheriff?
Like Boss Hogg, but with a produce stand?
I hereby swear regardless of the tariff
I’ll suckle at the Teet as often as I can

(verse 6)
for Harris Teeter’s a truly super market
all manner of foodstuff a ripe delight
the trip’s too long? I think you should embark it
their speedy self-checkouts will treat you right (plus save you time! sing it Ryan!)

(repeat chorus, collect accolades, valuable grammy award.)

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