Spray On Pants

He just threw out all of his old clothes

And all the music that he owns

It's time for his yearly change of style

She speaks with a British accent

The keyboard is her favourite instrument

Oh-oh

The drinks are cheap and vinyl's cool

What do you think of my new shoes?

You know me and I know you

Yeah we do

She used to love Reel Big Fish,

Then she decided she loved the Smiths

So she downloaded all their greatest hits

He is learning the tambourine

He tells his band that's what they're missing

Oh-oh

Yeah we do, yeah we do

They both go to all of the same clubs

Where everyone takes all the same drugs

And talks about how they're 'so fucked up'

They try to get up and dance

But they're all wearing spray on pants

It was a sight to be seen

I wonder who they'll be next week