Pretty Boy

It ain't the number on a barbell or the notches on your belt Not the stack of 12 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 you, "How'd you leave the other guy?" 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 You gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise Being strong ain't so pretty, boy So you're not the quarterback Coal rollin' in a truck that's jacked 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 You gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise Being strong ain't so pretty, boy Oh, oh-oh, it ain't so pretty boy, ooh They say it's a negative That you're sensitive But momma always said that that's a positive So take the high road, hold onto hope Beat to your own drum and 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 that noise You sing that song in the middle of that noise Stay strong, pretty boy