It was sometime last October
That I first noticed the change:
I walked into Safeway sober
But somehow the place looked strange.
There were boxes in profusion
On the floor in jumbled piles,
People milling in confusion
Midst the clutter in the aisles.
Then a manager approached me with the news --
What he told me set me trembling in my shoes:
We're remodeling Safeway
And of course you'll have to pay
Our new overhead
Will soon be bled
From the folks of Half Moon Bay
Then for weeks they moved canned spinach and
Tabasco 'round the floor,
While concurrently refinishing
Each section of the store.
And for weeks we raved and ranted
As the salsa moved about,
As what once we took for granted
Got much harder to find out.
But the staff was so obsequious and nice
That we had to be consoled with their advice:
They're remodeling Safeway
And of course we'll have to pay.
There's no discount brands
Upon the stands
When you shop in Half Moon Bay
Now the deli's wide and spacious
And the chicken wings are hot.
The new freezers are bodacious
If the in-store ads are not.
And the music hasn't changed a bit:
The same ungifted crooner,
Has me hurrying to get
My shopping done a little sooner.
As the register clerk tallies up my bill,
I think : I am shopping here of my free will.
You have remodeled Safeway
And of course I'll have to pay
But this plunder
Makes me wonder
‘Bout the Lucky's 'cross the way.