The Boss's Darling

O come along girls, to the factory, the production line is turning

If you work all day for the minimum pay,

God knows what you'll be earming.

Get stuck in as you arrive, to keep your family alive,

At the end of the week you'll just survive to be the bosses' darling.

Your patience and dexterity they're endlessly adoring,

They say you're suited for the job, which means the job is boring.

You think you're getting equal pay, but they've found a million ways

To keep you at the bottom of the heap, OK!

Cause you're the boss's darling.

The bosses loves you well you bet, they know that you'll be loyal,

You're a breeding ground for the working man,

and a resting place from toil.

You have no time for the union, you leave that kind of thing to men,

You've a second-class worker and a mother hen,

That's why you're the bosses’ darling.

These days we're getting organized, this time we won't be beaten,

It's you lend a hand with the frying pan, I'm off to a union meetin’,

You scabs who cross our picket line, remember you'll get yours in time,

The enemy's the same, yours and mine,

The scab is the boss's darling.