Not Gonna Bow

Ninety feet tall and nine feet wide
Solid gold — «It must be a god!»
They were told
«When you hear the music play
Fall on your knees and begin to pray»
They were told
But when the trumpet sounded
The whole world bowed
Three men stood there all alone
They said
Chorus:
Not gonna bow to your idols
Not gonna bow, oh no
Not gonna bow to your idols
I won’t bow down
All Bobby wanted was just to fit in
To be accepted he must act like them
He said «No!»
«Everybody does it! So, what’s the fuss?
Come on, Bobby, won’t’cha be like us?»
He said «No!»
And when the pressure came
He watched them bow
Bobby stood there all alone
He said
Repeat Chorus
We don’t have to give in to it
We can choose to go against the crowd