Tin Pan Boy

This huge construction project could change the character of areas on this road forever.
 That's the worry at least, to people once known as 'tin pan alley'
 You found a carousel to ride around
 But 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 I want to say it shouldn't work that way
 People's lives ain't a game, just 'coz you can pay
 Smoking your big fat cigar
 Tweed hat, cravat and four birds on your arm
 I'm just a tin pan boy, do you want to take that toy?
 Hey! You! Mr. Developer!
 Hey! You! Mr. Developer!
 You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boy
 Hey! You! Mr. Inheritor!
 Crook! Hook! Mr. Proprietor
 
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 (Booyyy)
 You kick the small kid off the monkey bars
 Take your mess out of his specs and the size of his arm
 Force him to dress in black, then make him hold your holster
 Whilst you shoot in the back (back)
 You will say I'm only writing songs
 Son get off of your are and get a proper job
 And snigger at my beat-up boots
 But I tell you Sir, I'm coming after you in fiction
 I'm just a tin pan boy, please don't 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! Mr. Proprietor!
 (Boyyy)
 ♪
 I'm just a tin pan boy, you want to take my toys
 Hey! Hey! You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boy
 
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 Hey! Hey! Boyyy!
 
 This huge construction project could change the character of areas on this road forever.
 That's the worry at least, to people once known as 'tin pan alley'
 You found a carousel to ride around
 But 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 I want to say it shouldn't work that way
 People's lives ain't a game, just 'coz you can pay
 Smoking your big fat cigar
 Tweed hat, cravat and four birds on your arm
 I'm just a tin pan boy, do you want to take that toy?
 Hey! You! Mr. Developer!
 Hey! You! Mr. Developer!
 You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boy
 Hey! You! Mr. Inheritor!
 Crook! Hook! Mr. Proprietor
 
 ♪
 (Booyyy)
 You kick the small kid off the monkey bars
 Take your mess out of his specs and the size of his arm
 Force him to dress in black, then make him hold your holster
 Whilst you shoot in the back (back)
 You will say I'm only writing songs
 Son get off of your are and get a proper job
 And snigger at my beat-up boots
 But I tell you Sir, I'm coming after you in fiction
 I'm just a tin pan boy, please don't 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! Mr. Proprietor!
 (Boyyy)
 ♪
 I'm just a tin pan boy, you want to take my toys
 Hey! Hey! You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boy
 
 ♪
 Hey! Hey! Boyyy!