All dressed up with somewhere to go I got ten new messages on my phone Keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces And it goes on and on and on Where we going and where's she gone? This whole night is just falling to pieces And we go on and on and on Talking shite through the night Just trying to stop our argument falling to pieces We slag off America in the pub Say 'the war was shite' then in the club Drink some Buds and smoke some Marlboro Lights The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect Repulsive seaters on TV, I'd love to care but I'm too busy It's time to go cause my hair is done, Well, where's my mobile gone? This girl's mouth is moving 'ra-ra-ra' Her eyes and fingers are slipping She drops the glass and it's fallen to pieces The guy behind, his eyes meet mine 'Please - I don't wanna fight, Please don't touch my face or hair cos that would ruin my night' The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect The world was a mess but his hair was perfect