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