When I was young I said this town will live in my dust
My father said “My boy that’s life not for the likes of us”
But the boys in the streets, in the fast cars, they kept turning heads
And I said “Boy, they’re real men, one day I’ll be one of them”

The only boy racer left on the island
The only boy racer left on the island

They say you could hear the engine from the mainland
When I was 10, saw the high street hero speeding round the bend
But those engines got sold when the speed freak settled down in the sun
I guess masculinity’s a pursuit left to the embers of you

The only boy racer left on the island
The only boy racer left on the island
The only joys of holding on
If I suddenly am gathering on
The only boy racer left on the island

No man gets left behind
No man gets left behind