These lyrics represent the original version of the song as closely as  possible. (Thanks to the Früvous Pages for these...)  He can't stand a loss  He's always cross  His name is Ross...  I love my boss  I love my boss  He isn't full of fluff and gloss  He gives me work and many chores to do  My model, like Ben Cartwright to Hoss  And though he pays me minimum wage  It's all I deserve at this stage  Some union hack said I should ask for more  I answered with suitable rage  I love my boss  I love my boss  I love my boss  I love my boss  One day I came to work too late  I'd had a Fruvous luncheon date  My boss he summoned me to speak with him  I sweated, awaiting my fate  He said "you're gone!"  It was just like the wrath of Khan  But my dear boss let me apologize  I love him, and I had been wrong  He's going out now with my sister  They go real heavy on the sauce  I'd like to tell him watch out mister  But he's the boss  My friends they say that I am clinging  Ask why I'm carrying this cross  Who knows what x-mas will be bringing  From dear old boss  Bosses through the ages prove  They're the ones who make it move  Bewitched would have an empty plate  If it weren't for Larry Tate  Clark Kent reached the highest height  With the help of Perry White  And if we may be retrograde  Speak the name Reuben Kincaid  Now I've really kicked the sacred cow  I've got me working on the night shift  When my boss is out on the town  I love my boss  I love my boss  I love my boss  I love my boss