People said we couldn't play The called us foul-mothed yobs But the only notes that really count Are the ones that come in wads They all drowned when
Turn the page and it's The scoop of the century Dont wanna be L seven I had enough of this This is brainwash and this is a clue To the stars who fooled
Well c'mon everybody and let's get together tonight I got some money in my jeans And I'm really gonna spend it right Well I've been doin' my homework
I'm left in misery The girl I love's gone across the sea I'm all alone I ain't got no home Mandy was her name Sleepin' was her game She didn't care about
[Paul:] We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My Eyes. [Other voice:] (???) [Paul:] Tell John. Tell him. [Johnny:] What? [Paul:] Tell him
God save the sex pistols they're a bunch of wholesome blokes They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes God save television keep
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone I I I I I'm not your stepping stone You're trying to make your mark in society Using all the tricks that you used
Look at that Here she comes Here comes that girl again One of the cutest since I don't know when But she don't notice me when I pass She goes with all
Suburban kid, ya got no name Two ton(e) baby and ya got no brain I bet you're only happy in suburbian dreams But I'm only laughing cause you ain't in
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply Oh just remember I don't decide I got no reason it's too all much You'll always find us out to lunch Oh
Don't you give me no lip child Don't you talk back to me You're no lip child That ain't the way it's gonna be If you wanna love true, true lovin' You
And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain You cunt, I'm not a queer I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full
[Originally by The Who] You think we look pretty good together You think my shoes are made of leather But I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty
God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron Potential H-bomb God save the queen She aint no human being There is no future In England
You're only 29 Got a lot to learn But when your mummy dies She will not return We like noise it's our choice It's what we wanna do We don't care about
An immitation from New York You're made in Japan From cheese and chalk You're hipy tarts hero 'cos you put on bad show Oh don't it show Still oh out
There's unlimited supply And there is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame They only did it 'cos of fame Who? E.M.I. E.M.I. E.M.I. Too many people
I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you were going I picked you up on my tv screen I feel your undercurrent flowing Submission going
