Face in the Checkout Aisle Oh scarless cheek this is my big day and all my worries will be buried away from sea to shining sea behold my airbrushed smile ‘cause my face is in the checkout aisle See my bubblegum lips (oo) this is fortune and fame: (bop) you sew up your face (oo) and they’ll market your name, (bop) but this has been my fate (oo) since I was a child (bop) to have my face pasted in the checkout aisle (oo) Now my still eyes stare (oo) down aisle four (oo, aisle four) at the 2-for-1’s (oo) and the cans of corn (oo, cans of corn) please god! just lift me up (oo) before I’m forgotten in this rotten pile (oo, wop, pile) of past faces in this checkout aisle (face in the checkout aisle) Oh, maybe, maybe, maybe (ah) I’m gonna have a baby, (ah) or the sexiest man alive (ah, bop, oo) is posing right above me, (ah) but if you just love me (ah) it won’t matter how the headlines lie… (oo, oo, oo, ah) So slide your produce right on past (oo, bop, oo, slide) say a prayer for me (oo, bop) ‘cause this body won’t last (oo, no, no, no, no) what was mine is lost, (wop, file) my history is on file they placed my face here in this checkout aisle (face in the checkout aisle) And if I die before you take me I pray god my soul is just worth some money lay me out on your cold coffee table, oh, on trial (oo) ‘cause my face is in the checkout aisle (face in the checkout aisle) yes my face is in the checkout aisle (oo, face in the checkout aisle) my face is in the checkout (oo, face in the checkout…) (aisle)