Ok officer, let me tell you exactly how it went down
I walked into the store, and lucky for me it was wine sample day
25 samples in, and I was spinning down the frozen food aisle
I called out to my son between the shoulders of two of the crew members
As I was forcefully removed from the premises
I called out to the workers "give me my son" but they said there was no sign of him inside.
So, what? I lost my son?!
My son, Where'd you go?
My son, They took my son and they want more
So you see officer, I was just trying to find my son and they were not cooperating. I swear the canned sardines and Cubano wrap had already been thrown through the window when I got there. Since they weren't letting me back inside the building I had very limited options to choose from. So I took my cause to the streets, and I yelled:
I lost my son (at the Trader Joes)
Left drying out (rotting with the fruit)
Whereabouts unknown (Whereabouts unknown)
I lost my son
My son, where'd you go?
My son, He's too young to be so cold
My son, where'd you go?
My son, he's still mine he cant be sold
The parking lot is where I'll be (Back corner)
Said the note he slipped to me (Piece of paper)
There's someone that you'll want to meet (Shake his hand)
A strand of hair is all he needs (Pluck the son)
He provides a guarantee (I promise)
Overwhelming tendencies (Suicidal)
Get in the van and come with me (Go with him)
He'll replace your son for free