This air is never right, it always looks the sightThe clothes he buys don't fit tightEverybody puts them down and calls him shy boyThe gown is always tall, if just to cross the roadShe thinks he's superFor the whole world is a little shy boyShy boyShy boyShe is very thin, has freckles on her skinAnd her hair is falseyWears glasses, takes evening classes, never dancingBut in the firm he works, amongst the sports unclothedThe new girl sits tight at easeAnd underneath the dress, a pair of cinder legs not evenShy boyShy boyGoes the shy boyHe makes a dip in and never three againHe finds the biscuitsThe cups he's drinking from, he bought the special ones to annoyAnd then he went shopping and bought a little ringHe sure looks handsomeSuch a sad thing, she's already wearing oneShy boyShy boyShy boy