You’re the Boss

Lyrics

[Jamie Lenman and Paul McGaan] James booth Don't you ever hang up on me again I can't do this Bill, you can't call me on the bad phone, are you out of your fucking mind? This is, I'm having the worst night of my life and its your fault Stay the fuck away from me I won't say this again Jimbo, you hang that phone up, it stays hung up Now what happened? It's all over for me Bill (It's all over for me Bill) You can't help me Who the fuck is that? Mary She can't help you Jimbo, only I can help you And you are fucked, and she is fucked and I am fucked and I cannot be fucked Now pull the phones out and tell me why you're blubbing Fuck off (Fuck off) Fine, blow your nose and pull the phones out Tell me what happened, because I am tired It is your fault, you won't feel guilt, will you? I killed someone Were they alone? Jim? Were they alone? Yes, yes, she was homeless She had a shopping trolley with all her things in blue plastic bags It happened just around the corner, there are cameras all along there Ahh that's good, cameras are easier than people Oh I hate you Bill I fucking hate you I don't care You're always thinking about whether people like you I never cared if anyone liked me ever, I don't need it You care what people think about you, you can't make the decisions you need to make Don't forget you work for me, you work for me, you great skinny stick of shit Bill? Bill? I think you better unsay that (Better unsay that) Right now, if I put this phone down, its all over for you There's no one in the country who'd like to stick the knife in more than me I'm very sorry Bill You're not skinny, you're in the best shape of your whole life You're great, just, I'm just jealous You've got a better body than me Say the three little words Say what? Say them You're the boss? Say it again You're the boss