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