Steve's goin' to London
Shawn's stuck in a suit
Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn
Like every other afternoon
Steve's goin' to London
Dan peed in the pool
Tom fell for his best friend's mom
But what the hell you gonna do?
Hey hey, look around, look around
Wouldn't it be nice for someone to miss ya?
Hey-hey, funny how all the things
That you used to like, now they depress ya
While you try to find some meaning
in your life before you're gone (Ooh)
There's a song that don't mean anything at all (Ooh)
And it sounds like
Steve's goin' to London
Shawn's stuck in a suit
Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn
Like every other afternoon
Steve's goin' to London (Ah-ah ah-ah)
Dan peed in the pool (Ah-ah ah-ah)
Tom fell for his best friend's mom
But what the hell you gonna
What the hell you gonna do?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Hey hey, look around, look around
Wouldn't it be nice to see me on TV?
I'd dress to the nines with a smile
And you'd probably think that that was the real me
While you try to find some meaning in your life before you die (Ooh)
Here's a bunch of random shit to waste your time (Ooh)
And it sounds like
Steve's goin' to London (Ah-ah ah-ah)
Shawn's stuck in a suit (Ah-ah ah-ah)
Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn
Like every other afternoon (Every other afternoon)
Steve's goin' to London (Ah-ah ah-ah)
Dan peed in the pool (Ah-ah ah-ah)
Tom fell for his best friend's mom
But what the hell you gonna
What the hell you gonna do?
What the hell you gonna do?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
You-You make this rather snappy, won't you?
(Ah-ah-ah) (Hey)
(Ah-ah-ah)
I try hard to write a cool song
So I start with somethin' simple, like tryin' to put my shoes on
Now something kinda clicked, 'cause you relate a bit
But no one's gonna care about a shoe song
I try hard to write a cool song
But I gotta make it matter so maybe I'll throw the news on
Could I relate the shoes to 2022?
Or maybe an election down in Tucson?
I try throwin' something cool on
So I'm listening to Kendrick and playing the swimming pool song
But why did I do that? 'Cause now I hate my track
I'm quite aware I'll never write a cool song
But who really needs a cool song?
There's so many better melodies; why do you need a new one?
So stop writin' a song about writin' a song
You're losin' their attention, buddy, move on
Steve's goin' to London (What the hell?)
Shawn's stuck in a suit
Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn
Like every other afternoon (Every other afternoon)
Steve's goin' to London (Ah-ah ah-ah)
Dan peed in the pool (Ah-ah ah-ah)
Tom fell for his best friend's mom
But what the hell you gonna
What the hell you gonna do?
What the hell you gonna do?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
What the hell you gonna do?
Steve's goin' to London (Oh-oh oh-oh)
Steve's goin' to London (Oh-oh oh-oh)
Steve's goin' to London
Steve's goin' to London (Let's go, let's go)
Steve's goin' to London
Steve's goin' to London (I know, I know, I know)
Steve's goin' to London
Steve's goin' to London
Steve's goin' to London
Steve's goin' to London
Steve's goin' to London