Darren the Aldi Trolley

My name is Darren and I'm an Aldi trolley.
My father was a lawnmower,
My Mum, she was a brolly.

I work so feckin’ hard all day,
I never get a rest,
They fling their crap inside me,
There's no order, it's a mess.

I sit outside the entrance,
In rain and snow and thunder.
They put two euro in my slot
And expect me to work wonders.

"Get over here", "go over there"
"Hurry up and do your job".
Theres TVs, skis and cordless drills,
Another Thursday mob.

Some day I hope to be promoted
To M&S in town,
Where the food is posh
The chocolate's lush,
And you never get put down.

The christmas rush is coming.
They'll push and rush and grab.
I wish I'd gone to college,
I might've been a Saab.