Bob was dubbed the 'Bobcat Boy' at school
Coz' this clown always be wearing a hat with the Bobcat Rangers on it
He read the depressing angst-ridden Herra Huu books on the break
You could see straight away he ain't cut from the same tree than the rest of us
When the captains were calling teams
This champ was the one left alone
Always the last one to be picked
Always the last one to be passed the ball
Ya know, the serious kind of kid in the class photograph
I pitied the odd thing
I sometimes invited him over to play Nintendo
The his parents' cigarette smoke reaked off his clothes
Sometimes his old man would take to beating him whilst heavily influenced by John Barleycorn
I borrowed him my comic books
He did me a solid Priest and Maiden mixtape
My friends laughed when they saw us
They went "see you've got yourself a bobcat for a pet cat"
The serious kid in the class photo
The overly serious dude in the class photograph
When I saw the Bobcat Boyfor the last time
His glare told me that the winds have gained momentum
When I saw the Lynx Cat for the last time
He remarked that the only thing that will be left of us is just tracks in the snow
Some people are natural born heroic types
Up to be student body presidents
And you've got your freaks, they always tend to remain a group rather apart
You know, the kind that will never make it life
The popular boys that the world was sugar-coated to
Became pieces of the cogwheels for the sake of machinery
But Bobcat Boy was just air to them
Yet he'll be the one remembered
The serious punter in the class photograph
The serious lad in the class photograph
When I saw the Bobcat Boy for the last time
His glare told me that the winds have gained momentum
When I saw the Lynx Cat for the last time
He quipped that the only thing that will be left of us is just tracks in the snow
Ten years flew by
A newspaper headline read that the Bobcat Boy is now number one
He sang the whole Finland to their knees
Sang himself into every lonely heart
Girls yelled: "We love you"
as Bobcat Boy was coming from backstage
And on the balcony of the hotel
He spred his arms and stepped to heaven
The serious punter in the frontpage
The serious lad in the frontpage
When I saw the Bobcat Boy for the last time
His glare told me that the winds have gained momentum
When I saw the Lynx Cat for the last time
He made a remark about that the only thing that will be left of us is just tracks in the snow