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

(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!