Not like the rest

There's a boy,
he's not like the rest
just not the same,
and he'd never tell you,
but he sings all the time
and has a way to make things rhyme,
and he'd never tell you
that he plays guitar.

He's not like the rest
he doesn't play the beautiful game,
and he's not interested
in riches or fame,
he's lost in a world of his own
a world which he calls home.