Right in the centre of Hove
Next to an escalator
Someone has hidden a bomb
Underneath a plastic chair
But he can't put his finger on it
He'll never be that kind of man
He'll die in his bed on a summer's night
With his hand on his favourite thing
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
Maybe it's a natural phase
Comedy has taken its toll
No one is totally lost
Nobody is out of control
There are words he could use to describe it
Metaphors he should have applied
He'll die in his bed on a summer's night
With his hands on his adequate bride
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
Smile alalalalalalalalalalala
Smile alalalalalalalalalalala
Smile alalalalalalalalalalala
Smile alalalalalalalalalalala
Smile
Smile
Smile, we're waiting for it
Smile, we're waiting for
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes
Smile alalalalalalalalalalala
Smile alalalalalalalalalalala
Smile alalalalalalalalalalala
Smile alalalalalalalalalalala