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
Who's good to you
I am I am the boss
Who's good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
Having a good steak or feeling fancier
Hopping around like the pig that you are
I'm stuck to this sink like a twisted barfly
A good view from the window but I ain't got no wings
Who's good to you
I am I am the boss
Who is good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
Who is good to you
I am I am the boss
Who is good to you
I am I am the boss of the century
Who's good to you
Who's good to you
Who's good to you
Who is good to you yeah
FADE OUT