Tesco Express

(THIS REVIEW MUST BE SUNG TO THE TUNE OF A VERY FAMOUS MICHAEL JACKSON SONG. CAN YOU GUESS IT?)
I often think why do I come around here
The only time I do is cos my gym is near
But this Tesco ain’t got much and the prices are quite dear
So leave it. Just leave it. Ow!
What I’ll say ‘It’s a convenience store’
Banana’s, tins of fruits, pastries and wine galore
But do you really need it cos the prices are poor
So leave it, but I don’t want a kebab
So leave it, leave it, leave it, leave it.
Buy the pre-​packed sandwich and eat it.
Show me what’s tasty, it’s hard to find
Yes it does matter, cos I’m here all the time.
So sort it, sort it
Yes Tesco sort it
So sort it, sort it
Yeah Tesco really sort it, Ooo!
Their out to get you, that’s what monopolies do
Fill you with packet food that is so bad for you
They’re on every flipping corner, selling all the same stuff
Yes Tesco… have you got anything good?
I’ll leave it, leave it, leave it, leave it
I’ll take my litre Volvic and defeat it
I’ve been quite catty, but you ain’t the best
But it doesn’t matter, cos you’re just an Express
So (_​_​_​_​_​_​)
(THANK YOU)