I really needed nothing, that’s a matter of fact
I took a stroll to soothe my soul perplexed by income tax
Locked in autopilot, trying to relax
When all of a sudden I didn’t see it coming, I was heading into TK Maxx

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TK Maxx for your knicks and knacks
You can’t hold back old paddy whack
There’s cutlery and cluttery
There’s stacks of anoraks
TK Maxx for your socks and kacks
A silver brush to clean your jacks
Kelvin Klein’s – all the latest lines
You’ll find in TK Maxx

I wasn’t into labels ‘til I saw that Diesel shirt
At half the price it looked twice as nice so I tried it on for sure
But the blue one looked much better, the pink polka dot better than that
With 3 for 2 sure what could I do but thank you TK Maxx

Those shirts so fine and dandy, made my jeans feel tired
I looked in the mirror, shook with horror by all accounts well expired
Through racks and rails I rustled, in search of slinky slacks
‘Til I was sold on seams of gold I bought in blue and black

I was running out of money, my arms were sore
Back to the door for a trolley, by golly made room for more
So I phoned those kindly people, “Please give my limit some slack”
Credit to them they helped me spend more time in TK Maxx

Soon those wheels were squeaking, under my six foot stack
Pillows and pots on the bottom, Buddha and a clock on top
The till girl called Pricilla, smiled sweetly and said “Thanks!”
So I took her for dinner in my designers, I was a winner in TK Maxx

So if your life is troubled or you’re stuck on song syntax
Do like they say in Belfast “Take a wee trip to the shops”
That won’t solve you’re problems, it won’t help you to climax
But just for a while you can smile in style in the isles of TK Maxx