Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
All wishing they weren't there
(Kick me out, kick me out)
And I'm not having a nice time”
There's a super cool band yeah
A young girl's telephone beeps
Echo through the room
I don't want to hear you no
More point to a wedding disco
(Kick me out, kick me out)
So get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Oh she's running to the streets outside
I don't quite know the distance
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf
And there's a few bored faces at the back
So all that's left
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
Yeah I'm sure it's pretty far
He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
Practicing their lines
And yeah I'd love to tell you all my problem
Echo through the air
I don't want to hear you
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
And as the microphone squeaks
Without a bride or groom
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Publisher: EMI MUSIC PUB. LTD.
But I'm sure that's far
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear you
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
Fake tales of San Francisco
Fake tales of San Francisco
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
I don't want to hear you
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Songwriter: Alex Turner
And all the weekend rock stars are in the toilets
"The band were fucking wanking
Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)