Тексты песен «Sex Pistols»

(J. Rotten, P. Cook, Jones, G. Matlock) 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 oh don't it show Still oh out on those pills Oh do you...

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 oh out on those pills Oh do you remember Think it's...

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 OH OUT ON THOSE PILLS OH DO YOU REMEMBER THINK...

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 OH OUT ON THOSE PILLS OH DO YOU REMEMBER THINK...

(J. Rotten, P. Cook, S. Jones, G. Matlock) I've seen you iin the mirror When the story began And I fell in love with you. I love yer mortal sin Yer brains are locked away But I love your company I only ever leave you...

(J. Rotten, P. Cook, S. Jones, G. Matlock) I've seen you iin the mirror when the story began And I fell in love with you. I love yer mortal sin yer brains are locked away but I love your company I only ever leave you...

I've seen you in the mirror When the story began And i fell in love with you I love yer mortal sin Yer brains are locked away But i love your company I only ever leave you when you got no money I got no emotions for...

[Originally by The Stooges] No fun, my babe no fun No fun, my babe no fun No fun to hang around Feeling that same old way No fun to hang around Freaked out for another day No fun, my babe no fun No fun, my babe no...

No fun, my babe no fun No fun, my babe no fun No fun to hang around Feeling that same old way No fun to hang around Freaked out for another day No fun, my babe no fun No fun, my babe no fun No fun to be alone Walking by...

God, save the queen, her fascist regime It made you a moron, a potential bomb God, save the queen, she ain't no human being There is no future in England's dreaming Don't be told what you want, don't be told what you...

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...

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 the programs pure God save William Grundy from falling in manure...

God save the Sex Pistols, They're a bunch of Wholsome blokes. They just like wearing filthy clothes, And swapping filthy Jokes. God save Television, Hate the programs viewer, God save William Grundy, For falling in...

ThereХs no point in asking YouХll get no reply IХll just seem inward A dolt inside I got no reason ItХs all too much YouХll always find us Out to lunch (WeХre so pretty, oh so pretty) weХre vacant (WeХre so...

(J. Rotten, P, Cook, S. Jones, G. Matlock) There's no point in asking you'll get no reply. Oh just remember a don't decide I got no reason it's all too much You'll always find us out to lunch Oh we're so pretty Oh so...

There's no point in asking You'll get no reply Oh just remember a don't decide I got no reason it's too all much You'll always find us out to lunch Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty we're vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so...

Too many problems Oh why am i here I don't need to be me 'cos you're all too clear Well i can see There's something wrong with you But what do you expect me to do? At least i gotta know what i wanna be Don't come to me...

(J. Rotten, P. Cook, S. Jones, G. Matlock) Too many problems oh why am I here I don't need to be me 'cos you're all too clear well and I can see there's something wrong with you but what do you expect me to do?. At...

Too many problems Oh why am i here I don't need to be me 'cos you're all too clear Well i can see There's something wrong with you But what do you expect me to do? At least i gotta know what i wanna be Don't come to me...

Let's 'avit! Oi! Yeh! Its gonna to be A punk rock christmas this year, Even santa's gonna be A Sex Pistol for a day All those christmas trees swinging safety pins from their leaves It's gonna be A punk rock christmas...