Lyrics Turin Brakes

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