He was the king of all that's everything
He got told off on a radiation high
He didn't sing to himself 'Spoonman' etc
He sang to himself to fiddle with kids

He was like Gary Glitter going on eBay
(but I don't care)
He didn't sing to himself like Amy Childs
(vejazzle)
I don't even think I like Noel Fielding now

But I hate you
But I hate you
But I hate you
But I hate you
But I hate yoooooooooooooooooooou

The Great Escape was indeed Blur
Britpop is way better than nu metal
If you speak, if I talk
Then I don't give a (honk)
The sound effect is all you find
And I don't (glass smash) mind

Without the Wonderwall inside our mind
We wouldn't be here
And if it weren't for you, you suffocate
And we'll die
Cos without Noël Fielding, I wouldn't go out and I don't care about (poop)

But I love you
But I love you
But I love you
But I love you
But I love you

Solomon, Nolan, Jamil, Chung, Brush, Gondry, Cole, Crow, Noble, Yorke, Gallagher. Cobain, Stipe, Tinky Winky
All of them are great, y'all

I am Californian and I don't give a (beep)
I like myself on a Cardiff game
I hate, I stink, and I smell like teen spirit shit
I got myself on a 'Black Hole Sun'

Without these times, I can deny the pain
From walthamstow
I can't deny the pain which I can lie on me and I can't die

But I hate you
But I hate you
But I hate you
But I hate you
But I hate you
But I hate you
But I hate you