Boss Mans Son
by Perrier
About this track
The lyrics use everyday imagery to explore the frustration of inequality, privilege, and the invisible advantages passed from one generation to the next. Rather than preaching, the song lets the contrast speak for itself —one person inherits comfort while another earns every step the hard way. The repeated line “must be nice” becomes both a compliment and a quiet accusation, carrying irony with each return. With its working-class perspective and conversational style, the song captures a familiar feeling: watching the rules bend for some while others carry the weight. Boss Mans Son - Lyrics Boss man’s son got the easy chair, Never seen him lift a thing but air, Gets the raise before the work’s begun, While we’re out here sweatin’ in the sun. Must be nice, havin’ rules don’t stick, Doors swing open, life’s a magic trick. Right of way on every road in town, While the rest of us just get pushed around. They’ve got keys to the kingdom, gold and chrome, We’ve got rent due, can’t afford our home. They call it luck, but we all know That ladder was theirs from the word go. Must be nice, havin’ rules don’t stick, Doors swing open, life’s a magic trick. Right of way on every road in town, While the rest of us just get pushed around. We pay the fines, they make the calls, We build the roof, they own the walls. Some get a pass, some pay the price Guess it’s all just “must be nice.” Yeah, must be nice… real nice. © Kim Perrier - Original song