Who's The Boss? Lyrics

Please don't belittle me if you can't remember my name

I've probably forgotten yours, so we're both to blame

And that's fine, forgetfulness increases with age

But so should respect for one another, don't be dismayed

It's ok, just admit it to my face you forgot

Don't back-pedal by guessing what it is not

I won't be livid, we're all just fish in a pond

But if you can't reel in my name, it definitely isn't "boss"

Look, some people put the "pro" in pronouns

And "boss" is the opposite of making the merry-go-around

Meetings impersonal are a virtual step down

Treating your peers like they elected to be let down

With a flex of the chest, dick semi-erect

It's those with little to no intellect and a tattooed neck

Greetings so indirect that they're demeaning at best

It's this downright disrespect which I cannot accept

I don't know if it's tradition or you're establishing position

But "boss" connotations make me feel like trash in the kitchen

Perhaps its a way to for you to mock or manipulate

But approaching others in this way is just a bad decision

This ironic hyperbole is surrounded by uncertainty

And when that's how you refer as me, it curtains on courtesy

I'm a person, not some object in your periphery

It's about time you changed up your delivery

Who's the Boss? Not me, when that's what you call me

Who's the Boss? You are, when that's what you call me

Who's the Boss? Both of us any given moment, neither are in charge

Who's the Boss? Well that's me, but only if you spell it B-A-W-S-E

It's not like being called "boss" is innately debilitating

It simply comes across as vaguely humiliating

You may consider it a sign of respect

But when the intonation's off, I wonder what you're insinuating

Weighing pro's and cons of circumstance's extenuating

Simulating you're in charge simply isn't stimulating

Don't even get me started on "chief", discriminating

It's mistakes like these I wish you'd discontinue making

Other nomenclatures wont make you seem like a hater

Say "What's up, player!" and we'll totally meet up later

Try "What's happening, my dawg!" and I'll react with applause

But if you tack on "boss", its time to meet your maker

Who's the Boss? Not me, when that's what you call me

Who's the Boss? You are, when that's what you call me

Who's the Boss? Both of us any given moment, neither are in charge

Who's the Boss? Well that's me, but only if you spell it B-A-W-S-E

At first I was elated thinking you'd make it in this round

You'd greet me by my first name, then we'd pop some Chrystal

But the way that you played it has me clenching my fist now

Coming off so abrasive I hate it, I'm so pissed now

This monster you created is creating a list now

Of dirt bags so jaded who'll never get a fist pound

You missed out, I wish you'd get the (bleep) out of this town

For now, I'm walking away from this clown

Who's the Boss? Not me, when that's what you call me

Who's the Boss? You are, when that's what you call me

Who's the Boss? Both of us any given moment, neither are in charge

Who's the Boss? Well that's me, but only if you spell it B-A-W-S-E