Toby, Take a Bow

I've never seen you so awful I found you at the bottom of a Russian novel Gold medal and a crown A cardigan and a frown All maladjusted and clever The greatest Smiths fan ever Your picture in the papers The captions shout "There is a boy and he never goes out" That same song on repeat You haven't left the house in weeks Won't even come out for dinner Toby Grace, world record winner I guess you thought it'd make you feel better somehow But heaven knows you're miserable now Heaven knows you’re miserable now Heaven knows you’re miserable now So Toby take a bow