1Now come along down to the factoryThe production line is turningIf you work all day for the minimum payGod knows what you’ll be earningGet stuck in when you arriveTo keep your family aliveAt the end of the week you’ll just surviveTo be the bosses darling.2Your patience and dexterityHe’s endlessly adoringHe says youre suited to the jobWhich means the job is boringYou think you’re earning equal payBut he has found a million waysTo keep you at the bottom of the heap OKCause you’re the bosses darling.3The boss he loves you well, you betHe knows that you’ll be loyalYou’re a breeding ground for the working manand a resting place from toilYou have no time for the unionYou leave that kind of thing to menYou’re a second-class worker and a mother henThat’s why you’re the bosses darling.4Well, come along down to the factoryWe’ll keep you on your toesesThere’s lots of unemployment nowSo don’t look down your nosesThere’s shift work here and shift work thereWhat you do with your family’s your affair,Cause if you don’t like it, there’s plenty moreTo be the bosses darling.
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The Bosses Darling
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Paru aussi dans : South London Anarchist Group (ed.). — Anarchist song book, to tunes you know. — London [UK] : South London Anarchist Group, [1981] (p. 34).