Oh Boss, Oh Boss, you big bad clown
Thinking you rule with that cheap plastic crown
But let me tell you, your grand plan stinks
I won't kiss your behind, it's too full of skinks!

Your promotions are a joke, just for show
But I'm the real deal, you bloomin' potato
My bones ache from your foolishness galore
But now I'm waving goodbye, no more, no more!

I'd rather dance with the devil than your boots, Mr. Boss
I hope you'll remember me and my classy loss
We're all born equal and we'll all die the same
So let's enjoy life, no need for the blame game.

I'm leaving, but I'll leave you with this advice
There's a difference between good management and rolling the dice
Don't be a tyrant, just treat us with respect
And let's all have a good laugh, without any neglect.