Tin Pan Boy lyrics

This huge construction project could also change the character of areas on this route forever

That's the worry at least of people once known as Tin Pan alley

You find a carousel and ride it around

But then you get bored so you tear it down

Like a kid in a playground putting sand in their mouth

Spit it out when you're feeling fickle

And when I say it shouldn't work that way

People's lives ain't a game just 'cause you can pay

Smoking your big fat cigar

Tweed hat and cravat [?] birds on your arm

I'm just a tin pan boy

Don't wanna take my toys

Hey you Mr. developer

Hey you Mr. developer

You're just a Tin Town toy

A big fat boy

Hey you Mr. inheritor

Go home Mr. proprietor

Boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy

You kicked the small kid off the monkey bars

Take the mess out his specs and the size of his arm

Force him to dress in black

Then make him hold your holster while you shoot him in the back

But you will say I'm only writing songs

Son get up off your arse and get a proper job

And snigger at my beat up boots

I tell you sir I'm coming after you in fiction

I'm just a tin pan boy

(Please don't take my toys) Don't wanna take my toys

Hey you Mr. developer

Hey you Mr. developer

You're just a Tin Town coy

A big fat boy

Hey you Mr. inheritor

Hey you Mr. proprietor

Boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy

I'm just a tin pan boy

(Please don't take my toys) Don't wanna take my toys

Hey

Hey

You're just a Tin Town coy

A big fat boy

Hey

Hey

Boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy