The Holiday Crowd - Golden Boy lyrics

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...