This huge construction project could also change the character of areas on its route forever.
That's the worry at least of people in what's known as Tin Pan Alley.
I'm Mr. Tin Pan Boy, don't wanna take my toys
Hey, you, Mr. Developable
Hey, you, Mr. Developable
You're just a tin-toned toy, a big fat boy
Hey, you, Mr. Inheritant
Ho, ho, Mr. Proprietor
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You kick the smoking off the monkey bars
Take a mess out of specs in the size of his arm
Force him to dress in black
And make him hold your holster while you shoot him in the back
And you say I'm only writing songs
So get up off your * and get a proper job
And snigger in my beat-up boots
I tell you sir, I'm coming after you in fiction
I'm Mr. Tin Pan Boy, don't wanna take my toys
Hey, you, Mr. Developable
Hey, you, Mr. Developable
You're just a tin-toned toy, a big fat boy
Hey, you, Mr. Inheritant
Ho, ho, Mr. Proprietor
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
I'm Mr. Tin Pan Boy
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You're just a tin-toned toy, a big fat boy

You're just a gentle boy, a big fat boy
Boy, boy, boy
Boy, boy, boy
Boy, boy, boy
Boy, boy, boy