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 Boy Boy Boy 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 arse 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, 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 Boy Boy Boy Bridge: 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! Boy Boy Boy Boy Boy Boy Boy Boy oy