Just to recap, Shade / works at a sporting venue / serving food and drink.
Pengrowth Saddledome / Where you can act foolish for / A ticket's value.
Asshole Customers / I'd eat them all alive, but / not sure where they've been.
Three popcorn sizes / Why on earth can you NOT tell / Which is medium?
Where is your ID? / What age you say is pointless / If you can't prove it.
Show me your ID / Don't give me trouble; be glad / you seem so youthful.
Don't have your ID? / You're out of luck, there's no way / You'll get beer lacking.
Wristbands are ok / It means you proved your age to / Someone we trust in.
You! Watch your language! / Just because we're on this side / Does not make us deaf.
We won't tolerate / your abuse; our staff ain't your / verbal punching bag.
Security? Here, / Take this one, my cashiers don't / need such foul treatment.
Beer's off for the night. / There's no appeal, besides, you / don't need any more.
Sir, you're now cut off. / Again there's no appeal, so / kindly move along.
Because you're drunk, sir. / We have no way of knowing / Who takes their car home.
I SAID no more beer. / No other stand will serve you / Your profile's sent out.
Closing Time At Last. / No more stupid customers. / At least, 'til next show.