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