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!