Saturday night, where am I going
I'm going to work inside a kitchen
I'll be making you mush and cleaning deep fat fryers
Here it comes now, the king of irony

Who's 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 barfly
Good view from the window but I ain't got no wings

Who's good to you?
I am, I am the boss
Of the century


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