Two Boys - Peter Allen

Two boys born the twenty-third of May

Brought up in that good old-fashioned way

Two boys one of them excelled at ball

The other never played at all, two boys

Mamma loved them both the same

Papa gave them both his name

Nobody could quite explain just why

Two boys growing up in separate beds

Different music in their heads

Two boys

Two boys

Two boys

Mamma loved them both the same

Papa gave them both his name

Nobody could quite explain just why

Two boys growing up and leaving home

Each an island on his own

Today one’s a man who’ll never cry

Never has a reason why

The other lets the girls go by

And they never let their feelings show

Afraid to let the other know, two boys