Lyrics

Saturday 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 it comes now 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 Having a good steak, feeling fancy Hopping around like the pig that you are I'm stuck to this sink like a twisted bar fly 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...