Golden Boy Lyrics - The Holiday Crowd

Heard a lullaby 

It made the children hide 

Underneath their beds 

The story of their lives 

And he is not impressed 

Cos his favorite color 

His favorite color 

His color is gold 

Cos his favorite color 

His favorite color 

His color is gold 

How's he getting by 

With little or no desire? 

One can only guess 

In spite of precious time 

At least enjoy what's left 

Cos his favorite color 

His favorite color 

His color is gold 

Cos his favorite color 

His favorite color 

His color is gold 

Once in a lifetime 

Is now twice the regret 

It'll go straight to his head 

Oh...