The Sex Pistols
You're only twenty-nine
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 long hair
I don't wear flares
See my face, not a trace
No reality
I don't work
I just speed
That's all I need
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod that's what we say
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod that's what you are
I can't even be bothered...lazy...
