Lyrics

[Verse]
Bald-headed Joe, he walks the floor,
Shoutin' out orders, always wantin' more,
Got a clipboard in hand, but lacks a clue,
He’s a no-good boss, never saw a job through.

[Verse 2]
He'll stand by the clock, watchin' it tick,
While the rest of us work, feelin' the prick,
Sweat on our brows, dirt on our hands,
Joe's just fussin' 'bout his day shift plans.

[Chorus]
Bald-headed Joe, you're draggin' us down,
Actin' like a king, wearin' a plastic crown,
You ain't no help, just in the way,
Lord, who put you in charge of our day?

[Verse 3]
He'll holler 'bout deadlines, bark 'bout the time,
But when there's real work, Joe’s missin' the climb,
Got a talent for blame, never takes the fall,
He’s no good for nothin', that's the truth, y'all.

[Bridge]
Every lunch break, he'll hide and sip his tea,
Thinkin' he’s the boss, but we all disagree,
Dreamin' 'bout a day when we can be free,
Of Bald-headed Joe, and his tyranny.

[Chorus]
Bald-headed Joe, you're draggin' us down,
Actin' like a king, wearin' a plastic crown,
You ain't no help, just in the way,
Lord, who put you in charge of our day?