Junkin To Thriftin

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - distorted guitar riff, four-count drum kick] Justin Gorman in the back of the truck, Hauling out the hard stuff, working with the muck, What you call junk, he calls a second life, Cuts through the clutter like a sharpened knife. [Pre-Chorus] Loaded up, rolled out, broke it down, sold it new, Same old hustle but the mission's coming through. [Chorus] Just Junkin, Just Thriftin, Capitola Mall floor, Justin moving what you don't want no more, Just Junkin, Just Thriftin, give it one more round, Pick it up, clean it up, put it back down. [Verse 2] Duel biz, one mission in the dirt and the dust, Built on a handshake, that customers trust, From a haul-away to a thrift-shop find, The kind of operator Capitola needs to find. [Bridge] Not afraid of the heavy lift, Not afraid of the second-hand gift, Recycle, repurpose, reroute, rerun, The crew getting started — the work's never done. [Chorus] Just Junkin, Just Thriftin, Capitola Mall floor, Justin moving everything you don't want no more, Just Junkin, Just Thriftin, give it one more round, Pick it up, clean it up, put it back down. [Outro - guitar feedback fade] Just Junk in. Just Thrift in. Just in.