Label: Virgin - 202 521,Virgin - OVED234 • Format: Vinyl LP, Compilation, Reissue • Country: Europe • Genre: Rock • Style: Punk
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Tell him. Goode while you sing Through my eyes. Awright, then. Goode Agogogogogogo Johnny B. Goode Agogo, go Johnny, gogogogogo I don't know the words! Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya I wannawannabay, yayayaya Let's gogo, ago Johnny gogogogo Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo Go, Johnny, go, go Go!
Johnny B. Goode Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah Oh, fuck, it's awful! Hate songs like that! The pits! Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee!
Should we do roadrunner? Stop it; it's fuckin' awful! Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah I donno the words! I donno'ow it starts; I've forgotten it! Hold on; stop the segment. Check out what how it starts. What's the first line? Have the radio on Roadrunner, roadrunner Agoin' faster miles an hour Felt in touch with with modern world In love with the modern world Alright, here we go now Goin' twenty-eight watta power It's all cold here in the dark Fifty thousand watts of power Agoin' faster miles an hour Awith the radio on Roadrunner, roadrunner Oh, God, I don't know it It's fuckin' ridiculous Wish I had the words Roadrunner, roadrunner Agoin' faster miles an hour I felt in touch with the modern world I fell in love with the modern world Rockin' modern lover, modern sound, ana mosaround Modern rockin' runner around, mosaround rockin' modern runner in touch An' a radio on I got radio on A roadrunner, roadrunner Oh yeah er ah ee ah eh uh Do we know any other fuckin' Beatles songs?
Do we know an Do we know any other fucking songs that we can do? Do we know any other songs that we can do? I can't think of any. No dogs body Anarchy for the u. In the city How many ways to get what you want I use the best I use the rest I use the enemy I use anarchy cos i I wanna be anarchy!
The only way to be! Is this the m. 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 tall but my heels DJ /rupture Vs.
Mutamassik - The Bidoun Sessions high The simple things you see are all complicated I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, yeah Substitute your lies for fact I can see right through your plastic mac I look all white, but my dad was black My fine looking suit is really made out of sack I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth The north side Silly Thing - Sex Pistols - The Great Rock N Roll Swindle my town faced east, and the east was facing south And now you dare to look me in the eye Those crocodile tears are what you cry It's a genuine problem, you won't try To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by Substitute me for him Substitute my coke for Silly Thing - Sex Pistols - The Great Rock N Roll Swindle Substitute you for my mum At least I'll get my washing done.
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'd better stop Pushin' and a-shovin' pushin' and a-shovin' Don't you give me no lip child And I mean what I say No lip child Or you'll be someone dead Breakin' outta my lovin' You'd better stop Pushin' and a-shovin' Pushin' and a-shovin' Pushin' and a-shovin' No more lip No lip child Don't you talk back to me You're no lip child That ain't the way it's gonna be Breakin' outta my lovin' You'd better stop You'll be sorry You'll be sorry Oh give Silly Thing - Sex Pistols - The Great Rock N Roll Swindle no lip child And I mean what I say You're no lip child You'll be someone dead You're breakin' outta my lovin' You'd better stop You'll be sorry You'll be sorry You'll be sorry No more lip No lip [repeat until end of song].
Tout est bon pour y arriver Je prends le meilleur et aussi le reste Je me sers de mes ennemis Je me sers de l'anarchie! Est-ce que c'est l'M. Ou bien encore l'U. What you see, you can't get, nothing's free, nothing's set, Don't be fooled by the signs, don't read in-between the lines.
What you gonna say, what you gonna do, man you missed out once again, Silly Thing - Sex Pistols - The Great Rock N Roll Swindle i thought you knew. Chorus Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now, Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now, Trouble here, trouble there, people stop, just to stare, what's the use of wasting time, just move on leave it all behind.
Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now, Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now, Its All In The Game - Pure Gold (The Group)* - Collage you silly thing, nothing but trouble that you bring, and one of these days you're gonna die, and people will say oh my oh my, and people will say oh my my Silly Thing - Sex Pistols - The Great Rock N Roll Swindle . Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now, Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now, Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now, Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now.
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 the guys from outta my class But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else Look at that 'cross the street There's a car built just for me To own a car would be a luxury But right now I can't afford the VHS Sex - Com Truise - Galactic Melt A brand new convertible is out of my class But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself That car's fine lookin', man, it's something else Hey, look at that Just wait and see Worked hard and saved my dough I buy that car and then I roll up with joe Get me that girl and we go ridin' around We look real sharp with the wide top down I keep on dreamin' and thinkin' to myself When it all comes true, man, that's something else Hey, look at that What's all this?
Never thought I'd do this before But here I'm a-knockin' on her door My car's out front and it's all mine It's a '41 job not a '59 I got that girl and I'm thinkin' to myself She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else. 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 me Oh god, baby can't you see I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy I need her tender touch Oh, I need it oh so much I can't forget I'm so upset I wonder where she's gone I wonder where she went wrong I wanna get her back to me But I think she's tired of me I'm a lonely boy Fly High Old Glory - Marcha Gail* - Fly High Old Glory/Precious Memories a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy Every time I think of her It brings back memories I remember how it used to be Oh baby, can't you see?
Oh baby, come back to me. I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy Oh my darlin' can't you see You're the one that means so much to me I know I need you're tender touch Oh I need it oh so much I can't wait to fill your [figure it out yourself] Oh what a I can't wait to fill -- 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 all week long Now to have some fifty and my folk are gone Ooh!
C'mon everybody. There's an ulimited supply And there is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame They only did it cos the fame! Don't judge a book by the cover Unless you cover just another And blind acceptance is a sign Of stupid fools who stand in line Like E. Unlimited supply There is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame They only did it cos the fame!
I do not need the pressure I can't stand the useless fools! Unlimited supply Hallo e. It was on the good ship venus By christ, ya shoulda seen us The figurehead was a whore in bed And the mast, a mammoth penis The captain of this lugger He was a dirty bugger He wasn't fit to shovel shit From one place to another Chorus: Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do The captains name was morgan By christ, he was a gorgon Ten times a day he'd stop and play With his fuckin' organ The first mate's name Please Stop Lying Girl - Errol Durley* - Please Stop Lying Girl cooper By christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked Himself into a stupor Chorus The second mate was andy By christ, he had a dandy Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock For cumming in the brandy The cabin boy was flipper He was a fuckin' n--ger He stuffed his ass with broken glass And circumcised the skipper Chorus The captain's wife was mabel To fuck she was not able So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits Across the barroom table The captain had a daughter Who fell in deep sea water And by her squeals we knew the eels Had found Silly Thing - Sex Pistols - The Great Rock N Roll Swindle sexual quarters Repeat chorus to fade.
You need hands to hold someone you care for When you fear When you hold the brand new baby You need tender hands to guide them all the way You need hands to thank the Lord for living And forgiving us this day You need hands to show the world you're happy And you need hands when you have to stop the bus But the hands that we love so dear Are the hands that we love to hear Are the hands that You give to us Everybody holds the hands that You give to us Gentle pertty thing, Who only had one spring, You bravely faced the world, Ready for anything, I'm happy that you lived, For your life is mine, What have I except to cry, Spirit never die.
Birds of the air, Beasts of the earth Over joyed at Bambi's birth, they gambolled in the glade Chorus Who killed Bambi x9 Murder murder murder, Someone should be angry, the crime of the century, Who shot little Bambi? Never trust a hippie, I love punky Bambi, I' kill to find the Ooo Baba Leba - Helen Humes - Helen Comes Back, in the rotten roll army, All the spikey Punkers, Believers in the ruins, With one big shout, they all cry out, Who Killed Bambi?
I Saw Her Standing There (Rehearsal) - The Beatles - Just 17, Up Early - Bootleg From The Dayton Family - The Product, Qué Alegras Son Las Obreras / Wie Schön Sind Die Arbeiterinnen - Victor Jara - El Verso Es Una Palom, Youve Got A Friend / Ive Got Rhythm - Doctor 3 - Tales Of Doctor 3