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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Met
Programming
Rob Piccione
Background Vocals
Ezra Donellan
Background Vocals
Ryan Chernin
Background Vocals
Adam Tomlinson
Background Vocals
Eric Holloway
Background Vocals
Amanda Wierbowski
Background Vocals
Jack Met
Lead Vocals
Emelia Suljic
Violin
Ruth Kornblatt-Stier
Cello
Arnetta Johnson
Trumpet
Adam Met
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Met
Songwriter
Jack Met
Songwriter
Adam Met
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Met
Producer
Joe Zook
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Rob Piccione
Recording Engineer
Brandon Hernandez
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Letra
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
Well, 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 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 (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; do-do-do-do-do-do)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey; do-do-do-do-do-do)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey; do-do-do-do-do-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 going to London (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Shaun'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 going 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; do-do-do-do-do-do)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey; do-do-do-do-do-do)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey; do-do-do-do-do-do)
You, 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 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
Could I relate the shoes to 2022
Or maybe an election down in Tucson?
I try throwing 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 writing a song about writing a song
You're losing their attention, buddy, move on
Steve's going to London (what the hell?)
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 (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 going to London (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Steve's going to London (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Steve's going to London
Steve's going to London (let's go, let's go)
Steve's going to London
Steve's going to London (I know, I know, I know)
Steve's going to London
Steve's going to London
Steve's going to London
Steve's going to London
Steve's going to London
Writer(s): Jack Metzger, Ryan Metzger, Adam Metzger
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