Oh mr. bossman, hey
Hurry up
Punch in
You'd better not be late
The bossman is near and he's coming your way
Don't try to smile cause he'll turn it into hatred
Making you work overtime really makes his day
Oh, mr. bossman
Please, mr. bossman
Oh, mr. bossman
Don't ask him any questions
You'll never get the answer
Pucker up and kiss his butt
You might get promoted faster
When the smell of stake coffee fills the air
Then you know the bossman is on the prowl
Heavy confrontation is his game
If you don't play it you might get a permanet vacation
Oh, mr. bossman
Please, mr. bossman
Oh, mr. bossman
Fuck you!, mr.bossman
Fuck you!, mr.bossman
Fuck you!, mr.bossman
Fuck you!, mr.bossman
Fuck you!, mr.bossman
Fuck you!, mr.bossman
Fuck you!, mr.bossman
Fuck you!, mr.bossman
I quit!
Writer(s): Eddie Casillas, Frank Casillas, Jerry O'neill, Jorge Arturo Casillas
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