作曲 : Rizwan Ahmed Go go go go go go go go People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** Gathered around, tongues hangin' out, lookin' up They don't give a **** but one thing they love is People around, tongues out, lookin' up People like people to be like bras Go with their clothes and push up their stance People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** Gathered around, tongues hangin' out, lookin' up They don't give a **** but one thing they love is People around, tongues out, lookin' up People like people to be like bras Go with their clothes and push up their stance Go go go go go go go go People like people that don't talk much But sometimes put one eyebrow up Sat back, smoking, potent, not fussed When they talk, it’s rushed, they're rough, and you're hushed They be like wildcard performers, too Loud and squawking talk 'til blue Still the type that don't listen and don't want to It's all about ego It's not about you People like people that make no effort Looking past me, won't ask me one question "What's your profession?" "What's your name?" But I'm just the dust on their window frame Icons, free spirits, and dons Is supposed to hold this pose, from what I'm told It's so old People like people that act like stars Smile and nod but you're gonna finish last Go go go go go go go And I get a kick from people thinking I'm safe Does that make me fake? Am I eating my cake If I never gave time of day, no games? Chip on my shoulder or fish on your face? Would that be raw or just immature? Stop being friendly, collect more friends Would that be raw or insecure? I'm not sure, but maybe they'd like me more Go go go go go go go People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** Gathered around, tongues hangin' out, lookin' up They don't give a **** but one thing they love is People around, tongues out, lookin' up People like people to be like bras Go with their clothes and push up their stance People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** Gathered around, tongues hangin' out, lookin' up They don't give a **** but one thing they love is People around, tongues out, lookin' up People like people to be like bras Go with their clothes and push up their stance Go go go go go go People like people to show them their places To follow with a huff and puff and inflate Treat you like knobs 'til they hear 'bout your job And name drop Bob Dylan and Dizzee on MySpace People like people who've heard the right tunes Bought the right clothes And revised the reviews People like people that you couldn't imagine at a bus stop Or stuck in a queue in those shoes People like rockstars that do smack Singers that get trashed And models that might snap People like boys with a Kate Moss face Girls with no **** And kids with no faith People like people repressed with restless with Hats or midriffs With money or guestlists People like different styles the same way People like people to be mixed race Go go go go go go And I get a kick when they're impressed With my clever **** views and prospects of success And if I held it down and gave away less Drop no names, create no interest Would that be humble or tryin' be mysterious? (Stop giving and draw more for less) Would that be secure, Or baitred demured? Not sure But maybe they'll like me more Go go go go go Go go go go go Go go go go People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** Gathered around, tongues hangin' out, lookin' up They don't give a **** but one thing they love is People around, tongues out, lookin' up The people like people to be like bras Go with their clothes and push up their stance People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** People like people that don't give a **** Gathered around, tongues hangin'out, lookin' up They don't give a **** but one thing they love is People around, tongues out, lookin' up The people like people to be like bras Go with their clothes and push up their stance