Saturday night, where am I going?I'm going to work inside a kitchenI'll be making you mushAnd cleaning deep fat fryersHere it comes now, the king of ironyWho's good to you?I am, I am the bossOf the centuryHaving a good steak, feeling fancyHopping around like the pig that you areI'm stuck to this sink like a twisted barflyGood view from the window but I ain't got no wingsWho's good to you?I am, I am the bossOf the century