Clock in early with a smile on my face,
Apron on, ready to take my place,
But these frozen treats just won’t give in—
Hard as a rock, where do I begin?
Every scoop’s a struggle, a chilly little fight,
Muscles screaming loud in the morning light,
Customers cheer, and I force a grin,
‘Cause at Baskin Robbins, the fun begins!
Scoop, Scoop, Scoop—oh, it's so tough!
Scoop, Scoop, Scoop—yeah, I play it rough!
Scoop, Scoop, Scoop—can't get enough,
Even on hard days, I keep on struttin’ my stuff!
Freezer blasting cold like a winter storm,
Each scoop's a challenge in its frosty form,
I twist and push, feeling the icy grind,
Dreaming of soft treats in my busy mind.
Sometimes I wanna cry when the scoop won’t slide,
But I turn up the beat and dance through the ride,
In this candy-colored world, I’m the queen of cones,
Rocking every flavor with these ice-cold tones!
Scoop, Scoop, Scoop—oh, it's so tough!
Scoop, Scoop, Scoop—yeah, I play it rough!
Scoop, Scoop, Scoop—can't get enough,
Even on hard days, I keep on struttin’ my stuff!
From sunrise to sundown, I do it with style,
Every hard scoop makes it all worthwhile,
At Baskin Robbins, where dreams are spun,
I scoop, I laugh, and I dance ‘til the day is done!