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Monroe(Zyan):
They finally let us write a song
And we wont let them down
We dont know how to write at all
so lets just fuck around
Im stroking on this wooden thing and trying to make a sound
but I have no ability
Travis(Liam):
Im fiddling with these knobs as if I know what they do
The bloke who does this job is fat and 42
He cant be on camera because hes not so cute
So Ill just pretend its me
(spoken) Roll the music tape. Action
Productor:
Weve just let these little turds burn tape for 8 hours
Manager:
But thats fine
cus simple minds
will get it in line for the billionth time
Man I love these fruits
And all their little jeans
Jason(Louis):
I cant go to bed
I havent slept in weeks
When I close my eyes I just hear pre pubescent shrieks
Its really hard to concentrate while Im counting sheeps
So I dress like little Bo Peep
It helps
Ryan(Harry):
For a couple days I dated Taylor Swift
She kicked me to the curb, and crossed me off her list
She said she wanted me to help her write another hit
And I guess that I kind of did
Jan(Niall):
Sometimes when the blokes
Have fallen fast asleep
I like to place a popsicle between my two butt cheeks
The maid is always asking me why I have orange sheets
So I pretend I dont speak
English
Todos:
We just sang a bunch of shite
As a writing exercise
Monroe(Zyan):
That was fun
were all done
Lets roll tape on a proper one
Productor:
Thats a wrap dudes.
Travis(Liam):
He recorded all those things
Jan(Niall):
Can we just erase the part about the orange popsicle?
I misspoke
Its all a joke
that the other blokes put me up to.
Ryan(Harry):
Hey its my turn
To be little Bo Peep