It ain't the number on a barbell

Or the notches on your belt

Not the stack of twelve ounce can PBRs

That you're getting help

It ain't the locker-room talk

Or the shiner on your eye

Not the pat on your back when your old man asks

"How'd you leave the other guy?"

Makes you a man

Hard to understand

You're the pretty boy

The funny boy

The trumpet in a marching band really coy

The skinny kid

That don't fit in

You've always been a little bit different

You gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise

Being strong ain't so pretty boy

So you're not the quarterback

Cold rollin' in a truck that's jacked

Not tough enough 'cause you don't have a buck with enough points on a rack

No it ain't all that

You're the pretty boy

The funny boy

The trumpet in a marching band really coy

The skinny kid

That don't fit in

You've always been a little bit different

You gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise

Being strong ain't so pretty boy

It ain't so pretty boy

They say it's a negative

That you're sensitive

Your momma always said that's that's a positive

So take the high road

Hold onto hope

Beat to your own drum and let it fill your soul

Stay humble kid

You won't fit in

You'll always be a little different

So sing your song in the middle of their noise

You sing that song in the middle of that noise

Stay strong, pretty boy