歌词
We'll do it anyway 'cause we're the greatest
Our little poems rhyme so well
What the hell? I'm unwell, I am hurting inside
We'll write a pop single that everyone knows
We'll write a pop single that everyone loathes
We'll write a pop single (a what?)
A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh
40 pounds of premium art
Don't come cheap, honey
Write the cheque, tear it up, hand it over to obsolete pleasure
We'll write a pop single that everyone knows
We'll write a pop single that everyone loathes
We'll write a pop single (a what?)
A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh
What's all this?
A quiet section for the dancers to twirl
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And we even changed the key
Three minutes, that's all it takes
To look this pretty
What a shame, I'm to blame, I am guilty, so shoot me!
We'll write a pop single that everyone knows
We'll write a pop single that everyone loathes
We'll write a pop single (a what?)
A pop single, baby, ooh, ooh
A pop single that everyone loves
We'll write a pop single that everyone fucks to
A pop single, a pop single just for you
And you and you and you, and you and you and you
And you and you and you, and you and you and you
Written by: Sam Willmett, Tilly Harris
