Sex Pistols New York
Songwriters: Jones, Steve; Matlock, Glen; Lydon, John; Cook, Paul;
An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show, oh, don't it show
Still out on those pills
Oh, do you remember?
Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better keep your mouth shut
You better keep your mouth shut, in a rut
Still out on those pills
Do the sambo
You're four years on, you still look the same
I think it's about time you changed you brain
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think it's swell playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot
You're sealed with a kiss
Still out on those pills
Cheap thrills, Anadins, Aspros anything
You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss, a kiss, you're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss, you're coming to this
I wanna kiss
You do just about anything
Oh, kiss this
Eh, boy
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