Turin Brakes — The Boss lyrics

Saturday night, where am I going?
I'm going to work inside a kitchen
I'll be making you mush and cleaning the deep fat fryer
Here he 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

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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