or
The Vaccines

Okay, I could live without it,
Were you ever my age? No, I doubt it.
A native American feather
Degenerates look better in leather.

Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up!

Trippin' out is fun on the weekend,
But you don't feel as young with a girlfriend,
I'm bored with trying to deal with your ego,
Play it like that and it will though.

Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow it up! Blow it up!

Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow, blow, blow it up!
Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up!

Written by Hayward-Young, Justin James / Cowan, Freddie / Hjorvar, Arni / Robinson, Peter
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

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