Lyrics
It ain't the number on a barbell or the notches on your belt
Not the stack of twelve ounce curl PBRs that you're givin' hell
It ain't the locker-room talk or the shiner on your eye
Not the pat on your back when your old man asks ya
"How'd you leave the other guy?"
That makes you a man, hard to understand
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the middle of all that noise
Being strong ain't so prеtty boy
So you're not the quarterback, coal rollin' in a truck that's jackеd
Not tough enough 'cause you don't have a buck with enough points on a rack
No, it ain't all that
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the middle of all that noise
Being strong ain't so pretty boy
Oh-oh, it ain't so pretty boy, ooh
They say it's a negative
That you're sensitive
But mama always said that that's a positive
So take the high road, hold onto hope
Beat to your own drummer, let it fill your soul
Stay humble kid, you won't fit in
You'll always be a little different
So sing your song in the middle of all that noise
Yeah, sing that song in the middle of that noise
Stay strong, pretty boy
Not the stack of twelve ounce curl PBRs that you're givin' hell
It ain't the locker-room talk or the shiner on your eye
Not the pat on your back when your old man asks ya
"How'd you leave the other guy?"
That makes you a man, hard to understand
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the middle of all that noise
Being strong ain't so prеtty boy
So you're not the quarterback, coal rollin' in a truck that's jackеd
Not tough enough 'cause you don't have a buck with enough points on a rack
No, it ain't all that
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the middle of all that noise
Being strong ain't so pretty boy
Oh-oh, it ain't so pretty boy, ooh
They say it's a negative
That you're sensitive
But mama always said that that's a positive
So take the high road, hold onto hope
Beat to your own drummer, let it fill your soul
Stay humble kid, you won't fit in
You'll always be a little different
So sing your song in the middle of all that noise
Yeah, sing that song in the middle of that noise
Stay strong, pretty boy
