"IT'S A BOYS', BOYS', BOYS', BOYS' WORLD"
"I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all." - Ecclesiastes 9:11
"I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my work, and this was the reward for all my labor. Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun." - Ecclesiastes 2:10-11
"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me." - 1 Corinthians 13:11
Have we forgotten our history? Don't we remember the past?
Can't we remember that's nothing's forever
And that all we hold dear must pass?
The writing on the wall has grown faded and pale
It's just too bad it wasn't written in Braille

(Chorus):
It's a boys', boys', boys', boys' world
Bright boys, strong boys
It's a boys', boys', boys', boys' world
Rich boys, young boys

"I want it big, I want it fast, I want it all, don't care if it lasts"
The corporate cannibals say
We mortgage the future at interest rates
We'll never be able to pay
They say the one who dies with the most toys wins
No time to look for God, so let's all pretend we're Him
(Repeat chorus)

You better believe it's a dangerous thing
When we start believing that youth is king
It's a boys', boys', boys', boys' world

Where did the passion go? How did we get so old?
(Repeat chorus)
It's a boys', boys', boys', boys' world
Lost boys, beach boys...
Playboys, good ol' boys...

Boys', boys' world, Cowboys, mama's boys
Boys', boys' world, Bat boys, dough boys
Boys', boys' world
It's a boys' world
It's a boys' world
It's a boys', boys' world
Boys', boys' world
It's a boys'. boys', boys', boys' world...


© 1993 Broken Songs (ASCAP) (Admin. by Killen Music Group) All Rights Reserved. Words by Jerry Davison, Music by Jacob's Trouble.