The Boss Song Lyrics
The Boss by Turf 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