The boy asked for kitchen toys from Santa Claus
He liked bright colours and glamour, on his bedroom wall
Chaise longues and chandeliers
Could puc around a sliotar but he ran, away from the ball
The oldest in the litter but felt gangly when standing up tall
He bin bagged plastic tea sets, strengthened up that wrist,
When they laughed at school
Blue tacked Robbie Fowler′s hat trick, made a boxing fist,
Stayed safe by playing the fool.
Smoothed out goose pimples when Callas sang Vissi D'Arte
Bragged about his girlfriends when the lads called over to play
Walk like a man, keep your shoulders broad
Ease up on the mincing you′ll fit in with the crowd
The boy inside the man plays parts for all except himself
His real persona's in a coma, love's left on the shelf
Can′t show his other side
Small talk with handsome strangers he looks down
As they see through his guise
A brush without a painter on a canvas black with hopeless denial
But walk like a man keep your shoulders broad
Ease up on the mincing you′ll fit in with the crowd