The Boss lyrics

Saterday 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 he comes 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