All dressed up with somewhere to go 

Got ten new messages on your phone 

Keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces 

The night goes on and on and on and on 

Where're you going and where's Steve gone 

This whole night is just falling to pieces 



And you go on and on and on 

Talking shy through the night 

Just trying to stop our arguments falling to pieces 

You slag off America in the pop 

Saying the war was shot 



The world was a mess but his hair was perfect 

The world was a mess but his hair was perfect 

The world was a mess but his hair was perfect 

The world was a mess but his hair was perfect