People say that I am crazy
They don't know that I must have seen it all
They point there finger at me and laugh like fools
So now I want to be on top of the world
I want to be
I want to be
I want to be
One of the boys
One of the boys
I'm gonna raise some hell
So they can't put me down
Well put you're seat belts on
I'll push them out of bounce
They'll catch me one of thees days
And curse me till I die
Here I go again I wish I could cry
I want to be
I want to be
I want to be
One of the boys
One of the boys
So you think that I am crazy
So think that I am crazy
How would you know if you've never been crazy
You tear apart my life by making me feel small
You're always free to judge what is Rite or wrong
But who are you to say
Are you so perfect In every way
One of the boys
One of the boys
One of the back street boys
One of the boys
One of the boys
I wanna be one of the boys
One of the boys
One of the boys
I wanna be one of the boys
Well who are you Are you so perfect in every way