Alba s touto skladbou:
Covers,
ZAYN
They finally let us write a song
And we won't let them down
We don't know how to write at all
So lets just fart around
I'm stroking on this wooden thing
And trying to make a sound
But I have no ability
LIAM
I'm fiddling with these knobs
As if I know what they do
The bloke who does this job
Is fat and 42
He can't be on camera because he's not so cute
So I'll just pretend it's me
oll the music tape. Action
PRODUCER
We've just let these little turds
Vurn tape for 8 hours
MANAGER
But that's fine cus simple minds will get it in line
For the billionth time
Man love these fruits
And all their little jeans
LOUIS
I can't go to bed I haven't slept in weeks
When I close me eyes
I just hear pre pubescent shrieks
It's really hard to concentrate
While I'm counting sheeps
So I dress like little Bo Peep...It helps
HARRY
For a couple days I dated Taylor Swift
She kicked me to the curb
And crossed me off her list
She said she wanted me
To help her write another hit
And I guess that I kind of did
NIALL
Sometimes when the blokes
Have fallen fast asleep
I like to place a popsicle
Between my 2 butt cheeks
The maid is always asking me
Why I have orange sheets
So I pretend I don't speak English
EVERYONE
We just sang a bunch of shite
As a writing exercise
ZAYN
That was fun, we're all done
Lets roll tape on a proper one
PRODUCER
That's a wrap dudes.
LIAM
He recorded all those things
NIALL
Can we just erase the part
About the orange popsicle?
I misspoke
It's all a joke
That the other blokes put me up to.
LOUIS
Hey it's my turn
To be little Bo Peep
