From "For The Love of Socks!"

Tasha:
Each time the socks come out
I send them down the line
I mark them down and yell real loud
The color and the kind
Tyrone, Uniqua and Pablo:
Foreman Tasha, that's her name
Our leader and our boss
Tasha:
That's my job, that's my job
I call then mark and toss.
Pablo:
When socks get stuck together
They call it static-cling
But I make sure they're pulled apart
Static ain't my thing
Tasha, Tyrone and Uniqua:
Tester Pablo,
that's his name
The guy who tests for static
Pablo:
That's my job, that's my job
The work makes me ecstatic
Tyrone:
My job's to find the matches
Because socks should be a pair
Only when they are the same
Are socks okay to wear
Tasha, Uniqua and Pablo:
Tyrone matches socks all day
Matching is his game
Tyrone:
That's my job, that's my job
Each pair should be the same
Uniqua:
My job is folding each pair tight and snug
I line them up then loop and roll and finish with a tug
Tyrone, Tasha and Pablo:
Man that girl can fold
Her style is oh so bold
Did you see the way she rolled?
Ooh, she sure can fold
Tasha:
Gee whiz, we love our jobs
Pablo:
Each shift's a real delight
Tyrone:
And if we didn't have to sleep
Uniqua:
We'd probably work all night
All:
Factory workers, yes we are
We make our socks our biz
That's our job, that's our job
The greatest job there is