Hey me, Mr. Bossman, I'm quittin' this hair job You've been outside gettin' tanned, and I've been gettin' robbed My life is worth so much more than a dollar and ten hours Wakin' up at a quarter to four, and I'm startin' to turn sour So hey me, Mr. Bossman, I'm quittin' this hair job I'm sick of eatin' old bran and livin' like a slob You've got me livin' like a slob
