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Tin Pan Boy

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, four 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 kick 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
And make him hold your holster while you shoot him in the back
And 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