Baabi Dehyee - City Boys Band

Give a big hand For the boys in the band who can do everything better than me An overnight success, just from banging on their chest As we cheer beneath the glass ceiling We've only ever dreamt of the majority they represent Who could get away with anything Normalise the way they behave after they avert the blame Pretend there's no special treatment The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys The band, the band that made them The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise The cause, the rumours, the privilege Give a big hand to the boys in the band As they try to work a crowd They're local heroes I've heard, but the lines are getting blurred You gotta say they're not safe to be around Raising a glass to the boys who got this far Without being called out for anything From the tactics of all connecting They resolve into flirting 'Cause we seperate the art from the artist The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys The band, the band that made them The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise The cause, the rumours, the privilege The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys The band, the band that made them The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise The cause, the rumours, the privilege The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys The band, the band that made them The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise The cause, the rumours, the privilege Hide your drink from the boys in music Before you pass out in their limousine 'Cause you're really a fool You've always been looked as a fool Are you sure you're gonna drag it again?