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.