The Boy

Sandwich in my pocket

Topcoat buttoned tight

Still thirty miles to pedal

On these empty roads at night

But the moon’s a giant lantern

There’s no need for a light

I’ll be home in good time In the morning

The Boy turned pro so early

Went down London way

I’ll pay a visit now and then

Make sure he’s okay

We don’t do too much talking

We look forward anyway

Sometimes we’ll just talk

About the same old

Who knows where the world is going

Nobody does

But all the same

We could never change

We could never change

Because he’s all we’ve got

No more or less

The Boy, God bless

He’s just The Boy

There’s no sign he’ll pack it in

Says why should he stop

He makes more money in that gym

Than in any blacksmith’s shop

He seems to like the glamour

The crowds and city lights

He likes the cash, he likes the flash

And fuss around the fights

Will he know when it’s all over

Will he still be sharp and bright

Still be working

Still be on a payroll?

Who knows where the world is going

Nobody does

But all the same

We could never change

We could never change

Because he’s all we’ve got

No more or less

And he’s The Boy

God bless

He’s just The Boy

The Boy, God bless

He’s just The Boy