They're everywhere.

Someone screwed up about half past the night. Wish I'd been up, I could've had a blast and then run, but I know now there's that one person everyone has... that messed them up and they're still thinking about them. They're everywhere, they're everywhere.

Between the booze, Bob goes go out and have fun. Now nodding off, I know I should've listened to him, but I know now that I'm not half as bad as I thought. It's everyone and I feel better knowing that we're everywhere, we're everywhere, we're everywhere...
we're everywhere.