Lyrics: Harry Styles

Dance, monkey, dance
You're our favorite fool
You'll never make a profit
If you're just trying to be cool

My arms are getting tired
From holding back myself
But if I'm not a Harry Styles
They're gonna put me on the shelf

I have been exhausted
Wake up at 12 PM
I wasn't picked for Flog Gnaw
Now I'm waking up at 10

I should have been there
The people love me in LA
But I don't gotta be mad
'Cause next year I'll play at a better time of day

Hey, Malcolm
Malcolm, good morning
Malcolm Todd