Whadda Ya Want to Break Your Back for The Boss For?
(Tune: “What Do You Want to Make Those Eyes at Me For?”) Toiling along in light from morn ‘til night, Wearin’ away your all for the Parasite; Workin’ like a mule with a number two, Puffin’ like a bellow when the day is through; Steering a load of gravel through the muck and slop Packing a hod o’ mustard ‘til you damn near flop; Trying to bust a gut for two twenty-five, Pluggin’ like a sucker ‘til five. Chorus So whadda ya want to break your back for the boss for, When it don't mean life to you? Do you think it right to struggle day and night, And plow like Hell for the Parasite? So whadda ya...