The Boss' Lament
(Terry Dash)
1. I don't know what to make of it, just where it all will end
I haven't been so mortified since early 1910
Well I've heard of war and famine, but things go really hard
When the ladies in my office got hold of union cards
Chorus: (2x)
Whatever will we do, whatever on this earth
When all the secretaries demand what they are worth
2. My girl she runs the office, you know that's what girls do
She does her job, yes, very well and most of my job too
But it's certainly outrageous, it's completely out of line
When she demands a salary commensurate with mine
3. My secretary tallies up the things that I must do
She keeps a list of all my friends so I'll know who is who
My lord! if she should leave me, oh how would I survive?
I haven't made a phone call since 1945
4. Now there's rumours of a walkout, rumours of a strike
Rumours of a picket, a work stoppage and the like
But I've got this survival plan in case of storm or strife
Here's how I'll get the job done, I'll give it to my wife
5. Well I've had about enough of this, I just can't comprehend
Whoever do they think they are to organize like men?
I believe in order, the tried and trusted norm
I'll damn well see her fired if I can find the form
(to be sung slowly after last chorus)
Wherever will they be, whereever on this earth
If all us secretaries demand what we are worth
copyright Terry Dash
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JB
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