Lyrics

Please Simon, I know I've been bad
But don't you put my life on your podcast
Sorry Diana, I can't save you now
Who do you think I am, SuperTed?
I'm a depraved individual
Watching depraved individuals
But with the detachment of a smartphone
Moon Daddy, I've got something to say to you
Apologies if my pregnant pauses are showing now
How I wish this was your salary not your phone number
At this point in time, well, I might as well be a leaf blower
Rearranging the remnants of my scattered mind