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