Verse 1

At the corner shop, just past closing time,

He had a basket full of bargains and a plan in mind.

Coupons folded neat beside a yellow pad,

He knew which aisle had the best deal to be had.

Chorus

He’s a hyper-buyer, chasing every sale,

Two-for-one and markdowns, stacking up the tale.

He says, “I’ll use it someday,” while the cupboards reach the door,

Then he brings home one more box and swears he needs no more.

Verse 2

A bread maker, a fondue set, three kinds of tea,

A camping stove he’s never lit beneath a tree.

His wife just smiles and clears a little shelf,

He says, “That’s not a problem—I can organize it myself.”

Chorus

He’s a hyper-buyer, chasing every sale,