Sex Pistols - New York lyrics

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero cos you
Put on bad show
You put on bad show, oh, don't it show?

Still, oh, out on those pills
Oh, do you remember?

Think it is well 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 about time you changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
You poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss kiss me

Think it's well 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 faggot
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 tatty bye