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The boss's
been there for thirty years,
He's lost his hopes but keeps the fear,
That soon they may not need him here;
"What am I to do?"
Ooo, ooo,
ooo, ooo, ooo.
The lad on
nights has gone astray,
You'll have to take his place,
But only for a month or so,
'til he can
be replaced;
And your wage review is coming up,
But
there's no need to fear,
As long as your vacation plans
Can wait
another year...
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He’s spent his life at one fine
trade.
He's proud to say he's made the grade,
And it's too late for an early grave,
"I guess I've won at last!” Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo.
“I guess I've won at last! I
guess I've won at last!"
Well, what a life of total waste!
He seemed put here just to fill a
space!
And he laughed at those who seemed out
of place,
But still he labored on — still he
labored on...
The boss worked there 'til
sixty-five,
Received his pension as he died,
And it went to his wife,
Who survived him, (who survived him)
Who survived him, (who survived him)
Who survived him...
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