I always liked Johnny Cash's song better:
Oney
I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For every man that puts in a eight or ten hard hours a day of work and toil and sweat
He's always got somebody lookin' down his neck
Tryin' to get more out of him than he really ought to have to put in
After twenty-nine long years of workin' in this shop
With Oney standin' over me
Today when that old whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire
The superintendent just dropped by
And said they'd planned my little get together
Then he said I'd never a made it
If old Oney hadn't a held me to the fire
I've seen him in my dreams at night
And woke up in the mornin' feelin' tired
And old Oney don't remember when I came here
How he tried to get me fired
With his folded hands behind him
Every mornin' Oney waited at the gate
Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder
Clockin' in five minutes late
But today they'll gather 'round me
Like I've seen 'em do when any man retires
Then old Oney's gonna tell me
From now on I'm free to do what I desire
He'll present me with that little old gold watch
They give a man at times like this
But there's one thing he's not countin' on
Today's the day I give old Oney his
Ha ha ha ha ha
I've been workin', buildin' muscles
Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft
And today about four-thirty
I'll make up for every good night's sleep I've lost
When I'm gone I'll be remembered
As the workin' man that put his point across
With a right hand full of knuckles
'Cause today I show old Oney who's the boss
Hmm...
What time is it?
Four-thirty
Hey, Oney
Oney
Ha ha ha ha ha
