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 _ JB
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