Immature Content is Maggie Ellis (vocals) and Wil McDermott (music bits).

Formed in 2020 as a result of becoming friends on the Ben Folds Patreon site, Based in Ireland and Scotland, Immature Content specialise in funny and sometimes bittersweet piano-based pop songs and are currently working on their debut album.

Dear Benjamin,
Here are the lyrics for the collaboration between Wil McDermott and myself.
We met through Pateron, so the blame sits squarely with YOU. Wil produced the magic parts – actually writing the song, playing everything and mixing in Logic. He also put up with me constantly sending him bits to add (sorry Wil). I wrote the lyrics, vocal melody, harmonies and sang. 
The song is about my raging Imposter Syndrome…

Wil here from new international beat combo, Immature Content
This was an absolute pleasure for me and a real reminder that I am NOT a singer and need to get better at it. 
When Maggie says that I wrote the song, I have to disagree. I gave her about 60% of a tune and between us WE wrote the song. 
We’re already working on the next one.
This is all your fault, Folds!
  


This morning I awoke to be,
My favourite number.
Thought it might be cool to be,
My favourite number.
But it appears my face still looks that way,
And it’s clear that I still can’t count.
Seems like things still stay the same,
When you deal in large amounts.

Such a big ass amount.

New frame, new brain, new me,
And a new pair of dungarees.
I missed the FAQ’s,
When I figured out how to be.
I need to phone the vet, I should clean the house,
I have to book my MOT.
But I just sit here taking a quiz,
On what kind of dog I’d be.

What kind of dog would I be?

So what? No-one knows what they’re doing,
I’ve been winging it so long that they’re hanging by a thread.
You’d never know when you look at me,
That I’m wondering what you’d look like with a bear’s head.

Bear’s head, bear’s head, bear’s head,
Bear’s head, bear’s head, bear’s head,
Bear’s head, bear’s head, bear’s head, bear’s head.

Now I go back to the bubble,
Time to show that I really care.
Brush the dog hair off my trousers,
And really try not to swear.
When I look at you,
I will try see that you’re really still just fifteen.
Playing air drums in your head,
And remember that you’re just like me.

A to the D to the U to the L to the T to the ING,
A to the D to the U to the L to the T to the ING,
A to the D to the U to the L to the T to the ING,
A to the D to the U to the L to the T to the ING.
credits
released September 9, 2020
Written by Maggie Ellis and WIl McDermott