Title: The Art Of Ross The Boss
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Artist: Manowar
Album: The Art Of The Boss
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Tempo: 120 BPM
Tracks: 1
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Bars: 50

Lyric

Art: I work at KFC all through the day
When I turn up late, they dock my pay
Cause my boss is a shit cunt
My boss is a shit cunt
Big boss gronk

Kid: Big boss gronk, dock my pay cause I'm late
Piss off cock, not staying back, okay
Don't know what makes you such a fuckwit
You suck it, you take it out the back and fuck it
Corrupted by the dumb shit to function
Save funds with the young kids you run with
Puttin' pepper in me bevvy when I'm not lookin' aye
Sippin' now I'm flippin' cause I'm hatin' the taste
What a chafe, hate this place
Never get a hookup or a free feed, no way, so I gotta stow away
Stolen chicken, stolen drinks, in a safe place
In case the cunt catches me
In this KFC, it's the way it be
Never free under lock and key can't TC my B
Been workin' here since I was sixteen
The only thing that's changed is the people round me
Never get respect, only rats and more grief
Wanna wring around the neck
After all he done for me, the No. 1 employee
Where's my loyalty, I showed to you first
You're not fucking royalty
Should've spoiled me instead of toyed with me
I'm not your property and you cannot foil me

Art: Big boss gronk, can't you hear me when I call
Big boss gronk, can't you hear me when I call
Well you ain't so big, you just tall, that's all

Well you got me workin' boss man, workin' around the clock
I wanna little drink of 7Up, but you won't let The Kid stop
Big boss gronk

Kid: Writin' lyric on me greaseproof paper
Out the back on the boxes that I gotta pack later on
The boss's gotten on to what I'm doing and he thinks it is so wrong
Writing songs, what a gronk
Charge me five cents per paper, I hate ya
See you later, soon they will replace ya
Tight-ass prick, lick a dick
You're a dipstick
Go put on some lipstick before I get your wig split
Your shit reeks and I quit
I hurt my leg on the leg from the feds
Jumped the fence at the expense of getting caught by the pork
And I call to report and I'm forced to abort
Earning nought, what a gronk
I'm out for the week, it all depends
You know what, I'm never coming in again
I'm goin' home

Art: Well you ain't so big,

Kid: You ain't nothin' wanna brawl

Art: You just tall, that's all

Oy oy I wanna jump in, I had a shit boss once as well
Check this out, yo, uh

Big boss gronk at Movies 4U
Dodgy little shop, you know it's fuckin' true
Two years, cash in hand, ten bucks an hour, what
I walk to Hunters Hill so I can start at ten o'clock
And the boss keeps taking away my chair
"Mate, I'm not underpaying you to just sit there"
Hey, fuck you cause there's nothing to do
You look around the room and say, "This needs a vacuum"
Realphabetise every chance that you get
Two customers an hour but somehow you're paying rent
I know there's something dodgy going on
One underpaid day at a time and I'm gone
I'm goin' home