Richard Jackson - Drink Nike lyrics

Right in the centre of Hove Next to an escalator Someone has hidden a bomb Underneath a plastic chair But he can't put his finger on it: He'll never be that kind of man He'll die in his bed on a summer's night With his hand on his favourite thing Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes Maybe it's a natural phase Comedy has taken its toll No-one is totally lost Nobody is out of control There are words he could use to describe it Metaphors he should have applied He'll die in his bed on a summer's night With his hands on his adequate bride Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala Smile! Smile! Smile, we're waiting for it Smile, we're waiting for Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala