Bros Drop The Boy
Shoo-doo-doo dom doo dom dey
Doo-da-da oh
I get down to dry my hair with a little touch of gel
I read all the newspapers but my mother still reads my
mail
Oho
Oooh, yeah
I won't wish my life away so tell me if you can
Who decides when I'm grown up and turned into a man
Drop the boy, drop the boy (Oooh, oh)
I'm the man, yes, I am (I'm the man)
But they still call me boy (So just drop it, oooh)
Drop the boy, drop the boy (Oooh, oh)
I'm the man, yes, I am (I'm the man)
And I'll be jumping for joy
When they drop the boy, oooh
When they drop the boy, doo-da-dey
I'm tired of the boy thing, I've got other things to do
I'd like to be in politics, can't take another visit to
the zoo
Oooh, oooh, yeah
No more bikes or plastic models and braces on my teeth
I'd like to drive a Dino and to live out of my reach
Drop the boy, drop the boy (Oooh, oh)
I'm the man, yes, I am (I'm the man)
But they still call me boy (So just drop it, oooh)
Drop the boy, drop the boy (Oooh, oh)
I'm the man, yes, I am (I'm the man)
And I'll be jumping for joy (I'll be jumping for joy)
Oooh
When they drop the boy
Oooh
Drop the boy, drop the boy (Oooh, oh)
I'm the man, yes, I am (I'm the man)
But they still call me boy (So just drop it, drop it)
Drop the boy, drop the boy
I'm the man, yes, I am (I'm the man)
And I'll be jumping for joy (I'll be jumping for joy)
Drop the boy, drop the boy (Drop the boy, drop the boy)
I'm the man, yes, I am (I said drop the boy)
But they still call me boy
Drop the boy, drop the boy
I'm the man, yes, I am (I'm the man)
But they still call me boy
Drop the boy, drop the boy
