They're always making up on my face.
I’d be lucky if I’d trousers to wear,
The ladies trying things with my hair.
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But my mother won't admit it.
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
If I say I am, I think it.
I want to play cricket on the green,
I want to ride my bike across the street,
I want to get cut and see my blood,
I want to come home all covered in mud.
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But my mother won't admit it.
I'm a boy, I'm a boy,
If I say I am, I think it!
