This huge construction project could also change the character of areas on its route forever. That's the worry, at least, of people in what's known as Tin Pan Alley. You find a carousel to ride around but then you get bored so you tear it down Like a kid in a playground putting sand in their mouth Spit it out when you're feeling fickle And what I say shouldn't work that way People's lives ain't a game, just what you can pay Smoke in your big fat cigar Sweet and cravat for birds on your arm I'm just a tin pan boy Don't wanna take my toys Hey, you, Mr. Developer Hey, you, Mr. Developer You're just a tin can toy A big fat boy Hey, you, Mr. Inheritor Ho, ho, Mr. Proprietor Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy You kick the smoking off the monkey bars Take the mess I expect in the size of his arm Force him to dress in black And make him hold your holster while you shoo him in the back And you say I'm only writing songs Don't get up off your *** and get a proper job And snigger in my beat-up boots I tell you, sir, I'm coming after you in fiction I'm just a tin pan boy Don't wanna take my toys Hey, you, Mr. Developer Hey, you, Mr. Developer You're just a tin can toy A big fat boy Hey, you, Mr. Inheritor Ho, ho, Mr. Proprietor Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy I'm just a tin pan boy Don't wanna take my toys Hey, you, Mr. Inheritor Ho, you, Mr. Inheritor You're just a tin can toy A big fat boy Hey, you, Mr. Inheritor Ho, you, Mr. Inheritor Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy