It ain't the number on a barbell, or the notches on your belt
Not the stack of 12-ounce girl PBRs that you're giving hell
It ain't the locker room talk, or the shatter on your eye
Not the pat on your back when your old man asks you how'd you leave the other guy
It makes you a man, hard to understand
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy, the trumpet in a marching band, real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in, you've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song
Being strong in the middle of all that noise
Being strong ain't so pretty, boy
So you're not the quarterback, co-rolling in a truck that's jacked
Not tough enough cause you don't have a buck with enough points on the rack
No, it ain't all that
Yeah
You're the pretty boy
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy, the trumpet in a marching band, real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in, you've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the middle of all that noise
Being strong ain't so pretty, boy
It ain't so pretty, boy
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy, the trumpet in a marching band, real McCoy

They say it's a negative
That you're sensitive
Mama always said
That that's a positive
So take the high road
Hold on to 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 bit different
So sing your song in the middle of all that noise
You sing that song in the middle of all that noise
Stay strong, pretty boy