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 aroundBut you get bored, so you tear it downLike a kid in a playground, putting sand in their mouthSpit it out, when you're feeling fickleAnd I want to say it shouldn't work that wayPeople's lives ain't a game, just 'coz you can paySmoking your big fat cigarTweed 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 boyHey! You! Mr. Inheritor!Crook! Hook! Mr. Proprietor(Booyyy)
You kick the small kid off the monkey barsTake your mess out of his specs and the size of his armForce him to dress in black, then make him hold your holsterWhilst you shoot in the back (back)You will say I'm only writing songsSon get off of your are and get a proper jobAnd snigger at my beat-up bootsBut I tell you Sir, I'm coming after you in fiction
I'm just a tin pan boy, please don't take my toysHey! You! Mr. Developer!Hey! You! Mr. Developer!You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boyHey! You! Mr. Inheritor! Mr. Proprietor!(Boyyy)
I'm just a tin pan boy, you want to take my toysHey! Hey! You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boy
Hey! Hey! Boyyy!
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