Steve's going to London,Sean's stuck in his suitTom sleeps on his best friend's lawn like every other afternoonSteve's going to London,Dan peed in the poolTom 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 you?Hey, hey, funny how all the things that you used to like,now they depress you.Why 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 likeSteve's going to LondonSean's stuck in his suitTom sleeps on his best friend's lawnLike every other afternoonSteve's going to LondonDan peed in the poolTom fell for his best friend's momBut what the hell you gonna,what the hell you gonna do?Hey, hey,look around,look aroundWouldn't it be nice to see me on TV?I dress to the nines with a smileAnd you'd probably think that that was the real meWhy do you try to find some meaning in your life before you die?It's a quite random * to waste your timeAnd it sounds likeSeeds go in the LondonSean's stuck in a suitTom sleeps on his best friend's lawnLike every other afternoonSeeds go in the LondonDad peed in the poolTom fell for his best friend's momBut what the hell you gonna,what the hell you gonna do?What the hell you gonna do?What the hell you gonna do?What the hell you gonna do?You make the crowd a snappy, won't you?Itry hard to write a cool song So I start with something simple like tryingto put my shoes on Now something kinda clicked,cause you relate a bit But no one's gonna care about a shoe songI try hard to write a cool song But I gotta make it matter so maybe I'llthrow the news on Could I relate the shoes to 2022?Or maybe an election down in Tucson I tried throwing something cool onSo I'm listening to Kendrick and playing this booming cool songOh, why did I do that?Cause now I hate my track I'm quite aware I'll never write a cool songBut who really needs a cool song?There's so many better melodies,why do you need a new one?So stop writing this bomb,about writing a songYou're losing their attention, buddy, move onSeeds go into London,Sean's stuck in a suitTom sings on his best friend's lawn,like every other afternoonSeeds go into London,can't beat in the poolTom fell for his best friend's ma,but what the hell you gonna,what the hell you gonna do?What the hell you gonna do?all dayISee Stoila LondonSee Stoila London