Steve’s Going to London

Steve's going to London

Shaun's stuck in a suit

Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn

Like every other afternoon

Steve's going 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

There's a song that don't mean anything at all

And it sounds like

Steve's goin' to London

Shaun'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

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

Here's a bunch of random shit to waste your time

And it sounds like

Steve's going to London

Shaun's stuck in a suit

Tom sleeps on his best friend's lawn

Like every other afternoon (every other afternoon)

Steve's going to London

Dan peed in the pool

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?

(You, you make this rather snappy, won't you?)

I try hard to write a cool song

So I start with something simple, like trying 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