| 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 | |
| I won't wish my life away but | |
| Tell me if you can | |
| Who decides when I'm grown up | |
| And I've turned into a man | |
| Drop the boy drop the boy | |
| I'm a man, yes I am | |
| But they still call me boy | |
| Drop the boy drop the boy | |
| I'm a man, yes I am | |
| And I'll be jumping for joy | |
| When they drop the boy | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| I'm a man, yes I am | |
| But they still call me boy | |
| Drop the boy drop the boy | |
| I'm a man, yes I am | |
| And I'll be jumping for joy | |
| When they drop the boy | |
| Drop the boy drop the boy | |
| I'm a man, yes I am | |
| But they still call me boy | |
| Drop the boy drop the boy | |
| I'm a man, yes I am | |
| And I'll be jumping for joy | |
| Drop the boy drop the boy | |
| I'm a man, yes I am | |
| But they still call me boy | |
| Drop the boy drop the boy | |
| I'm a man, yes I am | |
| And I'll be jumping for joy | |
| Drop the boy drop the boy |