Little Things

Little Things
Monroe(Zyan):
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 f*** around
I’m stroking on this wooden thing and trying to make a sound
but I have no ability

Travis(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
(spoken) Roll the music tape. Action
Productor:
We’ve just let these little turds burn tape for 8 hours
Manager:
But that’s fine
cus simple minds
will get it in line for the billionth time
Man I love these fruits
And all their little jeans
Jason(Louis):
I can’t go to bed
I haven’t slept in weeks
When I close my 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
Ryan(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

Jan(Niall):
Sometimes when the blokes
Have fallen fast asleep
I like to place a popsicle between my two butt cheeks
The maid is always asking me why I have orange sheets
So I pretend I don’t speak
English
Todos:
We just sang a bunch of shite
As a writing exercise
Monroe(Zyan):
That was fun
we’re all done
Lets roll tape on a proper one
Productor:
That’s a wrap dudes.
Travis(Liam):
He recorded all those things
Jan(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.
Ryan(Harry):
Hey it’s my turn
To be little Bo Peep