Steve's Going to London 가사

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, 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) (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (You'll 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 somethin' 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 twenty-twenty-two? Or maybe an election down in Tucson? I try throwin' something cool on So I'm listenin' to Kendrick and playin' 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