First was cash ′n' carry house dance
His offices had fresh air
But his rota was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop filth
And the secret of their lives
Act like peasants with free milk
Five wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians always think of sex
A Mexico revenge, it′s stolen land
They really get it off on
And the secret of their lives
Hydrochloric shaved weirds
(Applause from audience at Cyprus Tavern)
This was going to be called crap rap fourteen,
But it′s now Stop Mithering.
The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning loud lawn mower,
The upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
She wants communal, fluent flat household.
The bastard dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring
The estates stick up like stacks
The estates stick up like stacks
The residents keep wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom closet top,
Surplus jonnies, demob pictures
To their children they sing
You think you′ve got it bad with thin ties,
Miserable songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I like your single yer great!"
There are three rules of audience.
My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places,
On record company expenses.
I lose humor, manners become bog writers, don′t know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a good film, him, him
I'm not joining conventional rock band.
The conventional is experimental, the conventional is now
And is no way noble, and I'm no chock stock thing.
Engineers save up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with matches to make them molten.
They say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They always strike for more pay.
They say "See yer mate.Yeh... see yer mate"
To their mothers they sing
Even the drowned penile tissue test.
He enters magazine contest.
White tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior.
He′s not your enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of Cash and Carry.