Not wonderful, you're dreadful
You've got little girls liking you so-ong-s
But believe its true
Don't know what to do
You're the most awful boy and e-ver

Everyone else in the house can smell it
Everyone else looking like Ian Anderson

Jethro, you light up my house like Aqualung
You've got nothing to do with Harry Styles
Looking at you in the train ain't very nice
You don't know, oh, oh
That's what makes you terrible
You don't know, oh. Oh
That's what makes you horrible

So carry on
You've got it on
You come from Bradford just like Tasmin Archer
You're a sleeping satellite
Crash into me
Cos you are Harry Styles, and I ate him

Everyone else in the world can see it
Everyone else in the house can see, oh

Baby
You light up my house like nobody holds
Baby
You make Jeff Buckley look like Grimshaw
The way you make me go around the fur
You don't know oh, oh
You are the horrible wonderful
You don't know, oh, oh
You are the way so horrible

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Baby, you light up the sky like Sean Hughes
The way that you flip your ass makes me hi the way that you make the sky ain't so bad enough
You don't know, oh, no
that's what makes you beautiful

Baby, you light up the world like Thom Yorke
The way that OK Computer helps me greet
The way that Jethro Tull made music isn't that bad to tell
You don't know, oh, no,
That's what make you horrible
You don't know, oh no
That's what make you horrible

You don't know, oh no
That's what make you terrible