Hey, Mean Mr. Bossman

Hey, mean Mr. Bossman,

I'm a-quittin' this here job.

You've been outside gettin' tan

An' I've been gettin' robbed.

My life is worth so much more

Than a dollar an' ten an hour,

Wakin' up 'bout a quarter to four

An' I'm startin' ta turn sour.

So, hey, mean Mr. Bossman,

I'm a-quittin' this here job.

I'm sick of eatin' old bran

An' livin' like a slob.

You got me livin' like a slob.