Drop the Boy

I get down to dry my hair
with a little touch of gel
I read all the newspapers
but my mother still reads my mail

I won? t wish my life away but
tell me if you can
Who decides when I? m grown up
and I? ve turned into a man

Drop the boy drop the boy
I? m a man, yes I am
but they still call me boy
Drop the boy drop the boy
I? m a man, yes I am
and I? ll be jumping for joy
when they drop the boy

I? m tired of the boy thing
I? ve got other things to do
I? d like to be in politics
can? t take another visit to the zoo

No more bikes or plastic models
and braces on my teeth
I? d like to drive a dino
and to live out of my reach

Drop the boy drop the boy
I? m a man, yes I am
but they still call me boy
Drop the boy drop the boy
I? m a man, yes I am
and I? ll be jumping for joy
when they drop the boy

Drop the boy drop the boy
I? m a man, yes I am
but they still call me boy
Drop the boy drop the boy
I? m a man, yes I am
and I? ll be jumping for joy
Drop the boy drop the boy
I? m a man, yes I am
but they still call me boy
Drop the boy drop the boy
I? m a man, yes I am
and I? ll be jumping for joy
drop the boy drop the boy



Credits
Writer(s): Nicky Graham, Tom Watkins
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