Fat Bottomed Boys - La La La

Last night I heard your voice on the radio
Today I saw your face on a TV show
You're the new number one, congratulations
Even if you can't answer simple questions
You have
White teeth
Pretty face
A teenage body
Why would you need anything else?
And your song goes like
La la la la la la
You didn't write it, but it's a hit
La la la la la la
People say you're a musical genius
The new Mozart with tits
And your song goes like
La la la la la la
You didn't write it, but it's a hit
La la la la la la
People say you're a musical genius
The new Mozart with tits
Tomorrow we'll see you in the tabloïds
Selling your private life and pictures of your kids
Too much pressure on
A nervous breakdown
Teenagers tore your posters off their walls
You've gotten
A little older
A little heavier
Someone took your place
New singers seems to be prettier and prettier and prettier
And your comeback song will be
Na na na na na na
Good try, but it still smells like shit
Na na na na na na
The game is over, life is a bitch
No more autographs to the people on streets
And your comeback song will be
Na na na na na na
And it still smells like shit
Na na na na na na
The game is over and life is a bitch
No more autographs to the people on streets
And your song went like
La la la la la la
You didn't write it, but it was a hit
La la la la la la
People said you were a musical genius
The new Mozart with tits
And your song went like
La la la la la la
You didn't write it, but it was a hit
La la la la la la
People now say you were a disposable star
But today your song is still on our lips

Written by:
Thibaut Sergent

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