The Lyrics
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut, up, shut up, shut up
You are my guiding arse
you get on my nerves
Together we are alone
Like a One Direction fanatic
You have your lies
You have your pi-i-i-i-i-i-i-ies
And wish me well
You'll get to know the reasons too
They probably a Boy named Goo
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
You are the Yankee
off the Hotel Foxtrot, wo-oah
I get on my Pet Sounds
and my Ill Communication
I get so high
I don't know whyy-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
I can't speak why
I can't get together then you
I can together myself
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
We're too old for language like that
We're too old for language like that
We're too old for language like that
How about my Nevermind The Bollocks
You are the guiding arse
from Edinburgh
2,0000 light years away
from my Insomniac
we're so alone now
you're are dreaming about myself
Excepting now
Remember Britpop as a time of day
but don't remember death metal
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up