The Boss Lyrics

Turin Brakes The Boss

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