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.