Lyrics The Boss - Turin Brakes, Olly Knights, Gale Paridjanian

The Boss

Saturday 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 it 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
Having a good steak, feeling fancy
Hopping around like the pig that you are
I’m stuck to this sink like a twisted bar fly
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…