Boss, boss, me little late and ya going on bad
Boss, boss work overtime yeat ya didn't see that
Boss, boss do this do that driving me mad
Boss, boss grey hair is a thing I never had
Now let me talk so ya hear that a fat overseer ain't my style
Cause we won't get along if ya wearing one plastic smile
Seems like you invented 9ine to 5ive
You've never want to see me ever take a five
Chorus
Now while ya reap what I sow do ya
Know what I know; stake a bet
And if dare make a slip I'd be
in for a kick like a dog would get
Now who said what ya sow is what ya reap
That fella must be talking in his sleep
Chorus
Now let me talk so ya hear that a fat overseer ain't my style
Cause I can't get along if ya wearing one o'them plastic smile
Seems lilke you invented 9ine to 5ive
You've never want to see me ever take a five
