Hey, Mean Mr. Bossman,
I'm a-quittin' this here job
You've been outside gettin' tan
And I've been gettin' robbed
My life is worth so much more
Than a dollar 'n' ten an hour
Wakin' up by the quarter to four
And I'm startin' to turn sour
So, Hey, Mean Mr. Bossman,
I'm a-quittin' this here job
I'm sick of eatin' old bran
And living like a slob.
You've got me living like a slob!