Lyrics: The World Was A Mess But His Hair Was Perfect

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 on on
Where are we going and where's Steve gone?
This whole night is just falling to pieces

And you go on and on on on
Talking shite through the night
Just trying to stop our arguments falling to pieces
You slag off America in the pub
Saying the war was shite
Then in the club
Drink some Buds and smoke some Marlboro Lights

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

'Right listen, yeah, okay, fine, do you know where Steve is? I thought he was with you. Okay. Erm. If you see him, tell him that, erm, that, no, let me finish, okay yeah, erm, yeah if you see him, tell him that I forgot the money I owe him, so that's fine, yep, okay alright, yeah I'll see you later, no it's fine. No I didn't, no no, it's fine, it's okay, I'll see you later, I'll see you later, I've got to go, I've got to go, buh-bye...

Okay, yeah, can I, uh, get two of them and a pint of that? Yeah. How much? No way! Okay, I've got to use my card. Okay. Alright, how you doing? Did you see that, uh, thing last night? Yeah, it was good, it was about Stephen Hawking. Yeah, no, seriously, it was good, seriously. He was going on about, uh, black holes, string theory and all that, I dunno. What you been up to, yeah, anyway? Scuba diving? No way. Okay, how was that? I've gotta go to the toilets.

Alright? Yeah, yeah I got my hair cut the other day. No, no it's not bad for eight quid. Well I just said, you know, I wanted a tidy trim. Just looks a bit shit round the back. It was the Greek bloke actually, on Finchley Road. Yeah, when I came out of there, I was looking like ten notes...