A Song for the Holidays DUMP THE BOSSES OFF YOUR BACK from the Little Red Songbook of the IWW (Tune: Take it to the Lord in Prayer) by John Brill, 1916 Are you cold for-lorn and hun-gry? Are there lots of things you lack? Is your life made up of mis-'ry? Then dump the bos-ses off your back! Are your clothes all torn and tat-tered? Are you liv-ing in a shack? Would you have your trou-bles scat-tered? then dump the bos-ses off your back! Are you almost split asunder? Loaded like a long-eared jack? Boob--why don't you buck like thunder, And dump the bosses off your back? All the agonies you suffer You can end with one good whack-- Stiffen up, you orn'ry duffer-- And dump the bosses off your back. Brought to courtesy of the Wobblies, iww@igc.apc.org