Saterday night, where am i going?
i'm going to work inside a kitchen
i'll be making you mush and cleaing the deep fat fryer
here he comes the king of irony
whos good to you?
i am i am the boss
whos good to you?
i am i am the boss of the century
loving a good steak feeling fancy
hopping around like the pig that you are
i'm stuck to this sink like a twisted bar fly
a good view from the window but i ain't got no wings
whos good to you?
i am i am the boss
whos good to you?
i am i am the boss of the century
whos good to you?
i am i am the boss
whos good to you?
i am i am the boss of the century, of the century
whos good to you?
whos good to you?
whos good to you?
whos good to you?, yeah
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