My best friend is out of his shit again Running through fields, droppipng acid This day just sucks, Rob twinkles again He keeps singing along to famous friend You can't judge a book by its cover But you can judge rob by the death of his mother And carry on, write more lyrics AB, AB, you're just gonna hear it Your friend thinks he's so tough Dying his hair, taking the bus Go tonight, it's gonna be a hit Whisk me away with your knockout shit Act like it's all okay You just met here, don't know her name And carry on, write more lyrics AB, AB, you're just gonna hear it