D G
Are you poor, forlorn and hungry?
D A
Are there lots of things you lack?
D G
Is your life made up of misery?
A D
Then dump the bosses off your back.
A D
Are your clothes all patched and tattered?
G D A
Are you living in a shack?
D G
Would you have your troubles scattered?
A D
Then dump the bosses off your back.
Are you almost split asunder?
Loaded like a long-eared jack?
Boob - why don't you buck like thunder,
And dump the bosses off your back?
All the agonies you suffer
You can end with one good whack;
Stiffen up, you orn'ry duffer
And dump the bosses off your back.
Third verse by Anne Feeney (2006)
If you find your factory is closed down
Are your neighbours all on crack?
Buck, let me give you the low down:
Dump the bosses off your back.
If you find your pension looted
Are your buddies in Iraq?
Would you see the rascals booted?
Dump the bosses off your back.