Seventeen
The Sex PistolsYou're only twenty-nineGot a lot to learnBut when your mummy diesShe will not returnWe like noise, it's our choiceIt's what we wanna doWe don't care about long hairI don't wear flaresSee my face, not a traceNo realityI don't workI just speedThat's all I needI'm a lazy sodI'm a lazy sodI'm a lazy sod that's what we sayI'm a lazy sodI'm a lazy sodI'm a lazy sod that's what you areI can't even be bothered...lazy...