Tin Pan Boy

You find a carousel and ride around

But then you get bored, so you tear it down

Like a kid in a playground, puttin' sand in their mouth

Spit it out when you're feeling fickle

I don't wanna say, "Shouldn't work that way"

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

Smoking your big fat cigar

Tweet out and crave out for birds on your arm

I'm just a tin pan boy

Don't wanna take my toys

Hey, you, Mister Developer

Hey, you, Mister Developer

You're just a Tintown toy

A big fat boy

Hey, you, Mister Inheritor

Ho, ho, Mister Proprietor

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

You keep the smoking off the monkey bars

Take the mess out your specs in the size of his arm

Force him to dress in black

And make him hold your holster while you shoot him in the back (Back)

And you say I'm only writin' songs

Son, get up off your arse and get a proper job

And snicker at my Beatle boots

I tell you sir, I'm comin' after you in fiction

I'm just a tin pan boy

Don't wanna take my toys

Hey, you, Mister Developer

Hey, you, Mister Developer

You're just a Tintown toy

A big fat boy

Hey, you, Mister Inheritor

Hey you, Mister Proprietor

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

I'm just a tin pan boy

Don't wanna take my toys

Hey

Hey

You're just a Tintown toy

A big fat boy

Hey

Hey

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

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