He Pep! Lyrics - Fall

I don't want to go back anymore. 

I don't wanna go to work in the rain. 

No more toast grilled on the heater. 

No more of that A&R girl. 

And having to meet her. 

My person is in race everywhere. [embraced?] 

You Pep! 

And I stick my parker pen under my ear 

Beneath my own carefully scruffed hair. 

What I wear 

Have to check out of a boutique lair 

Hang on 

Hang on, [live in St. Anne's with me.] 

Into the room of the bass player. 

Why would you go up stairs? 

You Pep! 

Don't think he's going to get in slippy 

North of Hamptonshire. 

I believe there's a new drug out. 

[It's called speed I] wrote a song about it 

Conceptually a la Bowie. 

But it's been lost in the vaults of the record company 

By our manager 

So instead our new 45 is 'Girlies' 

[His eyes are brown.] 

Yours, brattingly. 

Everyone says "please" 

Anyway it's a race in life 

Wait to say it in Lancashire 

You Pep! 

You had the best summer 

And now it's wearing off. 

No more excuses 

For your traitorism.