You can be the boss [Turkish translation]

You taste like the fourth of July

Malt liquor on your breath, my, my

I love you but I don’t know why…

You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss

Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce

I like you a lot, I like you a lot

Don’t let it stop…

You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you a lot

Don’t let it stop…

He had a cigarette with his number on it

He gave it over to me, “do you want it?”

I knew it was wrong but I palmed it

I saved it, I waited, I called it

The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips

The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous

I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it

I tried to be strong but I lost it.

You taste like the fourth of July

Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…

You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss

Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce

I like you a lot, I like you a lot

Don’t let it stop…

You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you a lot

Don’t let it stop…

He has a white corvette like I wanted

A fire in his eyes, no, I saw it

He’s bleeding from his brain and his wallet

He’s sick and he’s taken but honest

The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips

The liquor on his lips I just can’t resist

As close as I’ll get to the darkness

He tells me to “shut up, I got this.”

You taste like the fourth of July

Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…

You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss

Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce

I like you a lot, I like you a lot

Don’t let it stop…

You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you a lot

Don’t let it stop…

I need you, I need you babe

Like I never needed anyone

You’re wrong but you’re so much fun

You said you treat them mean

to keep them keen, you’re not that nice

But you taste like the fourth of July

Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…

You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss

Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce

I like you a lot, I like you a lot

Don’t let it stop…

You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you a lot

Don’t let it stop…