Oh boss, oh boss, you boss of mine
Truth be told…I think you’re swine
Each week you make Carol in Accounting cry
Then you fool HR with a lie
Oh boss, oh boss, oh boss that I hate
Management obviously thinks that you’re great
But they don’t see what we endure
You’re frequent piles of fresh manure
Oh boss, oh boss, when you talk no one listens
The drool on the side of your face…it glistens
You’re a blithering idiot without any worth
And I won’t even mention your rear end’s girth
Oh boss, oh boss, you’re way overpaid
You must’ve put on a damn good charade
When they hired you they must have been needy
Why else would they hire someone so seedy
Oh boss, oh boss, you don’t even do your job
You walk around this place like a stuck-up snob
Day after day I take calls from your wife
Get a freakin secretary and stop causing me strife
Oh boss, oh boss, you know it’s the truth
And you’re lucky my name isn’t John Wilkes Booth
Funny thing how this “job thing” works
We all seem to end up working for jerks
