The Boss Songtext
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Saturday night and where am I going
I'm going to work inside a kitchen
I'll be making you mush and cleaning deep fat fryers
Here he comes now the king of irony
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
I'm going to work inside a kitchen
I'll be making you mush and cleaning deep fat fryers
Here he comes now the king of irony
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
Loving a good steak or feeling fancy
Hoping around like the pig that you are
I'm stuck to this sink like a twisted butterfly
A good view from the window but I ain't got no wings
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
Whose good to you
Whose good to you yeah
Whose good to you
Whose good to you yeah
Hoping around like the pig that you are
I'm stuck to this sink like a twisted butterfly
A good view from the window but I ain't got no wings
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss
Whose good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
Whose good to you
Whose good to you yeah
Whose good to you
Whose good to you yeah
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