Wet Leg - Wet Leg Lyrics
Being in Love
I need a lie down
Only just got up
I feel so uninspired
I feel like giving up
I feel like someone has
Punched me in the guts
But I kinda like it
'Cause it feels like being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
I lost my appetite
I cannot sleep at night
I cannot concentrate
I do not feel too great
The world is caving in
And I'm kinda struggling
But I kinda like it
'Cause it feels like being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in
La la la la, la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la
I tried to meditate
But I just medicate
Pour me another drink
Don't wanna have to think
I think I lost my shit
Some kind of f*cked up trip
But I kinda like it
'Cause it feels like being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in
La la la la, la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la
Writer: Rhain Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Chaise Longue
Mommy, daddy, look at me
I went to school and I got a degree
All my friends call it "the big D"
I went to school and I got the big D
I got the big D
I got the big D
I got the big D
I went to school and I got the big D
Is your muffin buttered?
Would you like us to assign someone to butter your muffin?
Excuse me (what?)
Excuse me (what?)
Hey you, over there
On the chaise longue in your underwear
What are you doing sitting down?
You should be horizontal now
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
Is your mother worried?
Would you like us to assign someone to worry your mother?
Excuse me (what?)
Excuse me (what?)
Hey you, in the front row
Are you coming backstage after the show?
Because I've got a chaise longue in my dressing room
And a pack of warm beer that we can consume
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue
All day long, on the chaise longue
All day long, all day long, on the chaise longue
All day long, all day long, on the chaise longue
All day long, all day long, on the chaise longue
On the chaise longue, all day long, on the chaise longue
Writer: Hester Louise Chambers, Rhian Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Angelica
Angelica was on her way to the party
She doesn't need to wait for anybody (nuh-uh)
Knows exactly what's she's doin' (I know what I'm doin')
I watch as she commands the room
The ambience was overrated at the party
I want to run away before it's even started
I look at my feet, then I look for the door (the door)
Can't find my friends, so I just take a bit more
A bit more, a bit more
A bit more, a bit more
A bit more, a bit more
A bit more, a bit more
A bit more
And then
It all
Comes to an end
We all go again, go again
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Angelica, she brought lasagna to the party
I tried my luck at dancing with everybody
Sometimes life gets hard to deal
I like you, you've got sex appeal
But I don't wanna follow you on the 'gram
I don't wanna listen to your band
I don't know why I haven't left yet
Don't want none of this
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Angelica, she brought her ray-gun to the party
Angelica obliterated everybody
I look at my hands, then I look for the door
Can't help but feel like I've been here before
I don't know what I'm even doing here
I was told that there would be free beer
I don't wanna follow you on the 'gram
I don't wanna listen to your band
And then
It all
Comes to an end
We all go again, go again
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Good times, all the time
Writer: Rhian Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
I Dont Wanna Go Out
I don't wanna go out
It's been getting me down
Get me down
Get me down
Get me down
Get me down
Get me down
I had to find a way out of the plans
That I made in the past
All too fast
Force quit
That's it, that's it
Control, alt, delete
It used to be so fun
Now everything just feels dumb
I wish I could care
And now I'm almost twenty-eight
Still getting off my stupid face
A f*cking nightmare
I know I should care
Right now I don't care
It all used to be fun
Now you're swinging a gun 'round your head
Seeing red
Can you please repeat what you just said?
Or leave a message at the beep
Because I do not have time to try
To understand why you do what you like
But it never really turns out right
At least we are all going to die
It used to be so fun
Now everything just feels dumb
I wish I could care
And now I'm almost twenty-eight
Still getting off my stupid face
A f*cking nightmare
I know I should care
Right now I don't care
Oh yeah
I heard that you started a band
Oh yeah
I heard that you moved to LA
Oh yeah
Are you gonna stay young forever?
You said, yeah, and I just walk away
It used to be so fun
Now everything just feels dumb
I wish I could care
And now I'm almost twenty-eight
Still getting off my stupid face
A f*cking nightmare
I know I should care
Right now I don't care
Writer: Rhian Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Wet Dream
Beam me up (beam me up)
Count me in (count me in)
Three, two, one (three, two, one)
Let's begin
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go, here we go, here we go
I was in your wet dream
Driving in my car
Saw you at the side of the road
There's no one else around
You're touching yourself
Touching yourself
Touching your
Touching yourself
Touching yourself
You said, "Baby, do you want to come home with me?
I've got Buffalo '66 on DVD"
You said, "Baby, do you want to come home with me?
I've got Buffalo '66 on DVD"
Beam me up (beam me up)
Count me in (count me in)
Three, two, one (three, two, one)
Let's begin
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go, here we go, here we go
I was in your wet dream
Driving in my car
What makes you think you're good enough to think about me
When you're touching yourself
Touching yourself
Touching your
Touching yourself
Touching yourself
You climb onto the bonnet
And you're licking the windscreen
I've never seen anything so obscene
It's enough to make a girl blush
It's enough, it's enough to make a girl blush
It's enough, it's enough, it's enough
It's enough, it's enough, it's enough
It's enough (to make a girl blush), it's enough, it's enough
It's enough, it's enough, it's enough
It's enough, it's enough (to make a girl blush), it's enough, it's enough
Beam me up (beam me up)
Count me in (count me in)
Three, two, one (three, two, one)
Let's begin
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go, here we go, here we go
Beam me up (beam me up)
Count me in (count me in)
Three, two, one (three, two, one)
Let's begin
Writer: Hester Louise Chambers, Joshua Omead Mobaraki, Rhian Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Convincing
Gone with the wind
Taken by a heathen
Like an April fool was in 2007
Sun goes down every night
No goodbyes, I'm not surprised
I'm left with a lady in ruins
Uh-oh, convincing
Uh-oh, yourself
This is fine
Oh no, it's not working for you darling
They're outside of my house right now
And I wanna go outside and not see your name or his f*cking face
Do you think the other girls would mind?
I took a swim too in the nighttime
On the beach, wet feet
Bioluminescent plankton shit
Uh-oh, convincing
Uh-oh, yourself
This is fine
Oh no, it's not working for you darling
Uh-oh, convincing
Uh-oh, yourself
This is fine
Oh no, it's not working for you darling
And the sky is blue (blue, ooh, ooh)
Do you feel it too? (Too, ooh, ooh)
And when the sky is grey? (Grey, ayy, ayy)
Uh-huh, I feel the same
Uh-oh, convincing
Uh-oh, yourself
This is fine
Oh no, it's not working for you darling
Uh-oh, convincing
Uh-oh, yourself
This is fine
Oh no, it's not working for you darling
Writer: Hester Louise Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Loving You
We had it all
We had it all
We had it all planned out
You said that I was everything you ever wanted
There's no doubt
I used to wanna love you like you wanted me to
Now I wanna hate you like I tell you I do
Sorry if I seem a little bit upset
When you say she looks a little bit like me when we first met
(La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la)
I don't wanna have to be friends
I don't wanna have to pretend
I don't wanna meet your girlfriend
Hope you choke on your girlfriend
Don't call me up, you f*cked it up
I'm not your friend, I'm not your pal
You're f*cking wishing that I was though
Every time you see me out
You say you think about me in the midnight hour
I know that you're just rubbing one out up in the shower, honey
Sorry if I seem a little bit upset
When you tried calling me crazy 'cause I'm not DTF
(La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la)
I don't wanna have to be friends
I don't wanna have to pretend
Well I hope you're very happy
Hope she gets on with your daddy
After all
I don't wanna have to be someone you want to marry
F*cking hell, yeah, that's a life of mis'
I don't wanna have to be the one to say I'm sorry
'Cause I'm not, that's f*cking faking it
Am I scaring you?
Well, what's a girl to do?
(La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la)
I don't wanna have to stay friends
I don't wanna have to pretend
I don't wanna meet your girlfriend
Hope you're choking on your girlfriend
When she calls 9-9-9, they cut the line on you
Writer: Rhian Louise Teasdale, Michael James Champion
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Ur Mum
When I think about what you've become
I feel sorry for your mum
You say we're all having fun
Do you know you're the only one?
When the lights go down on this f*cking town
I know it's time to go
And when the radio plays and the static stays
Yeah, I know it's time to go
I get up
To go now
I give up
Up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up
On you now
I don't want you to want me
I need you to forget me
Yeah, I loved you, that was crazy
'Cause you just don't motivate me
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
You said that you tried your best
Why's this such a f*cking mess?
You're always so full of it
Yeah, why don't you just suck my dick?
And when the lights go down on this f*cking town
I know it's time to go
And when you're getting blazed, spooning mayonnaise
Yeah, I know it's time to go
I get up
To go now
I give up
Up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up-up
On you now
I don't want you to want me
I need you to forget me
Yeah, I loved you, that was crazy
'Cause you just don't motivate me
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Okay, I've been practicing my longest and loudest scream
Okay, here we go
One, two, three
Ahh
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
And when you think about what you've become
Do you feel sorry for your mum?
Do you feel so dumb, dumb, dumb?
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
When you think about what you've become
Do you feel sorry for your mum?
Do you feel so dumb, dumb, dumb?
Writer: Rhian Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Oh No
I went home
All alone
Checked my phone
Oh no
Oh my God
Life is hard
Credit card
Oh no
You're so woke
Diet Coke
I feel gross
Oh no
I went home
All alone
I checked my phone
And now I'm inside it
On my phone
All alone
In the zone
Oh no
Hours pass
Pizza rat
I like that
Oh no
3 AM
I feel Zen
F*cking Zen
Oh no
Suck the life
From my eyes
It feels nice
I'm scrolling, I'm scrolling, ah
If you're going to the party
I heard there's gonna be some arty
People talking 'bout themselves
Or whatever it is that you always talk about, ah
I went home
All alone
I checked my phone
Oh no
I went home
All alone
I checked my phone
And now I'm inside it
Writer: Rhian Louise Teasdale, Hester Louise Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Piece of Shit
Didn't get up 'til the afternoon
Our plans fell through and now
You're calling me out
Guess I should've set the alarm
A little earlier
'Cause now you call me up
All right, I'm not enough
All right, I f*cked it up
All right, I'm such a slut
All right, whatever helps you sleep at night
Didn't wanna have this out with you
But now I have no choice
You're talking to them
Well, if you were better to me
Then maybe I'd consider
F*cking you goodbye
All right, want me to cry
All right, like I might die
All right, you're a good guy
All right, whatever helps you sleep at night
'Cause you can never tell what it is I am thinking
You say I'm mysterious 'cause I won't let you get it in
Oh, you can never tell where it is this is going
You say you're a genius, I say you must be joking
You're like a piece of shit, you either sink or float
So you take her for a ride on your daddy's boat
And you are not in love, but it's close enough
You say you think about me when you're f*cking her
'Cause you can never tell what it is I am thinking
You say I'm mysterious 'cause I won't let you get it in
Yeah, you can never tell where it is this is going
You say you're a genius, I say you must be joking
You're like a piece of shit, you either sink or float
So you take her for a ride on your daddy's boat
And you are not in love, but it's close enough
You say you think about me when you're f*cking her
Yeah, technically, I know that I agreed
But it was unenthusiastically
Writer: Rhian Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Supermarket
I wanna take you to the supermarket
I wanna buy you all the shit that you need
I think I like it at the supermarket
But now security keep asking us to leave
We got too high
We got too high
We got too high
We got too high, high, high, high, high
I want to take you back to meet my parents
I wanna tell them 'bout that job that you do
And I think you'll like it when you meet my parents
And I think there was a good chance of them liking you
But you got too high
You got too high
You got too high
You got too high, high, high, high, high
I want to take you to the supermarket
I wanna shop it 'til I'm weak at the knees
And there's special offers at the supermarket
Well the last time I was picking up
It was buy one get one free
Now I'm too high
We got too high
We got too high
We got too high, high, high, high, high
We got too high (high)
High (high)
High (high)
High (high)
High (high)
High (high)
High (high)
High (high)
We got too high, high, high, high, high
We got too high, high, high, high, high
Writer: Hester Louise Chambers, Rhian Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Too Late Now
If I thought that you were cool
We would have hung out more in school
But now that we have all grown up
Well, all my friends have given up
No, there's nothing left to say
I just get up and walk away
If it ain't broke, don't try to fix
Well, life's supposed to be this shit
Now everything is going wrong
I think I changed my mind again
I'm not sure if this is a song
I don't even know what I'm saying
Everything is going wrong
I think I changed my mind again
I'm not sure if this is the kinda life
That I saw myself living
I don't need no dating app
To tell me if I look like crap
To tell me if I'm thin or fat
To tell me should I shave my rat
I don't need no radio
No MTV, no BBC
I just need a bubble bath
To set me on a higher path
I'm gonna drive my car into the sea
I'm gonna drive downtown while looking pretty ordinary
Too late now, lost track somehow
I'm like, oh my God, this world is pretty harrowing
Down we go while holding hands
If I f*ck this up, I'm taking you down with me
Too late now, lost track somehow
Well if I f*ck this up, I'm taking you down with me
I'm gonna drive my car into the sea
I'm gonna drive downtown while looking pretty ordinary
Too late now, lost track somehow
I'm like, oh my god, this world is pretty harrowing
Now everything is going wrong
I think I changed my mind again
I'm not sure if this is a song
I don't even know what I'm saying
Everything is going wrong
I think I changed my mind again
I just need a bubble bath
To set me on a higher path
Writer: Hester Louise Chambers, Michael James Champion, Rhian Louise Teasdale
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.