I got my fixed speed bicycle
My fashion's lookin' radical
I've got my musical article in my hand
I'm wearing fancy brands but I cut the tags
Just bought some tofu snags and a gold-plated case of fags
Cruisin' the streets for exclusive eats
And everybody I meets, I flash 'em fingers of peace
Give me organic tea, please make it soy for me
I'll ask my nice daddy for my allowance this week
'Cause I'm so unique
And so are all my friends
Let's go to West End
We won't wear shoes but we'll drink foreign booze
Let's all just pretend to sing about the blues
Let's go to West End
We won't wear shoes but we'll drink foreign booze
Let's all just pretend to sing about the blues
Why yes, I cut my own hair
I'm drinking beetroot and pear
Please don't touch my hemp bag
My credit card is in there
I'm burning incense galore
It's just so hard being poor!
Might even make it to the status on my iPhone 4
Come out and see my new band
And wear your fisherman pants
You can interpretive dance to our free form jazz
United we stand
Against the government, man
And so we choose to show our disapprove with festival tans
'Cause I'm so street chic
And so are all my friends
Let's go to West End
We won't wear shoes but we'll drink foreign booze
Let's all just pretend to sing about the blues
Let's go to West End
We won't wear shoes but we'll drink foreign booze
Let's all just pretend to sing about the blues
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I'm singing with a really breathy tone
Oh, ha-ha-hah
Ah, ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-ah-a-aah
Ah-aah
Ah-aah-a-aah-a-aaaah
Ah, a-aah
Aah, yeah
Let's go to West End
We won't wear shoes but we'll drink foreign booze
Let's all just pretend to sing about the blues
Let's go to West End
We won't wear shoes but we'll drink foreign booze
Let's all just pretend to sing about the blues