I ain't gonna work for UPS no more (to the tune of Dylan's Maggie's Farm)

I ain't gonna work for UPS no more
I ain't gonna work for UPS no more
Well, I wake up in dead of night
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
But brown is drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way they had me so damned bored.

I ain't gonna work in the tower no more.
No, I ain't gonna work in the tower no more
Well, Leroy hands you letter
He tells you of your crimes
He asks you with a grin
Why you can't show up on time
Then he suspends you every time you mis-sort door 4.
I ain't gonna work in the tower no more.

I ain't gonna work for the Austin Preload no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Austin Preload no more.
Well, the boss he slams an irreg
Down on your feet just for kicks.
His office window
Is bullet proof thick
Some cheap ass security company stands around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for the Austin Preload no more.

I ain't gonna work at 3 a.m. no more
I ain't gonna work at 3 a.m. no more
Well, they all talk to all the hourlies
Proper siding, blah blah blah
Everybody says
Just throw the package, fuck 'em all
Some asshole shouts "Herb where's my trailer for Door 4"
I ain't gonna work at 3 a.m. no more.

I ain't gonna work for UPS no more
I ain't gonna work for UPS no more
Well, I am old and I am white
Discrimination sure does bite
They say sing flow control, hell I'm out the door
I ain't gonna work for UPS no more.