Mighty Boy

From the streets to the mills to the bricks

Is the charm in the tonic or the kick?

That's the price that you pay for your hips

When the heart starts to tick

When the heart starts to tick

Oh mighty boy

Don't pick what you can't afford

Either way

Think I'm sold on a battered ashtray

Is that what you want me to say?

I won't melt with the snow the next day

From the shores to the hills to the tolls

I'll get the first you the second and the third

Maybe chat in the back in the cold

Maybe I like the cold

Maybe I like the cold

Oh mighty boy

Don't pick what you can't afford

Either way

Think I'm sold on a battered ashtray

Is that what you want me to say?

I won't melt with the snow the next day

Oh mighty boy

Don't pick what you can't afford

Either way

Think I'm sold on a battered ashtray

Is that what you want me to say?

I won't melt with the snow the next day