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Saturday night and where am I going I'm going to work inside a kitchen I'll be making you mush and cleaning deep fat fryers Here he comes now the king of irony Whose good to you I am I am the boss Whose good to you I am I am the boss of the century Loving a good steak or feeling fancy Hoping around like the pig that you are I'm stuck to this sink like a twisted butterfly A good view from the window but I ain't got no wings Whose good to you I am I am the boss Whose good to you I am I am the boss of the century Whose good to you I am I am the boss Whose good to you I am I am the boss of the century Whose good to you SongtexteWhose good to you yeah Whose good to you Whose good to you yeah Aus Songtexte Mania