Hey mister bossman
I know it is you
Who raises working hours
And says it’s because dues.
I know there is no crysis,
Except one that’s in your head
Your needs are the monsters,
That will take your soul to [bad word] 
And next time you will yell at me,
My fist will land so smooth
Right into your cheek
So fat and full.

I say yes, I will work
For the people but not for you,
So hide your angry face,
That’s the best thing for you to do.

Hey mister bossman,
You have pool in the yard,
In your three floored [bad word] large saint Bernard.
But the [bad word] in your factory
Don’t even have a break,
Because your son
Wants to buy a new estate.
Remember it will be
So hard to stay inside
Your castle of the paper
For a long long time.

I say yes, I will work
For the people but not for you,
So hide your angry face,
That’s the best thing for you to do.