Lyrics:

Hurry up, Punch in. You'd better not be late. The bossman is near and he's
coming your way. Don't try to smile cause he'll turn it into hatred.
Making you work overtime really makes his day.
OH, MR. BOSSMAN. PLEASE, MR. BOSSMAN. MR. BOSSMAN.
Don't ask him any questions. You'll never get the answer.
Pucker up and kiss his butt. You might get promoted faster. When the smell of
stale coffee fills the air. Then you know the bossman is on the prowl.
Heavy confrontation is his game. If you don't play it you might get a
permanent vacation.