The Great Rock'n'Roll Swindle Virgin V2510 , 2LP , 1979/02/ Side 1 01. God Save the Queen (Symphony) 02. Johnny B. Goode / Road Runner 03. Black Arabs 04. Anarchy In The U.K. Side 2 05. Substitute 06. Don't Give Me No Lip Child 07. (I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone 08. L'Anarchie Pour Le U.K. 09. Belsen Was A Gas 10. Einmal Belsen War Wirflich Bortefflich ///(Belsen Vos A Gassa) Side 3 11. Silly Thing 12. My Way 13. I Wanna Be Me 14. Something Else 15. Rock Around The Clock 16. Lonely Boy 17. No One Is Innocent Side 4 18. C'mon Everybody 19. EMI (Orchestra) 20. The Great Rock And Roll Swindle 21. Friggin' In The Riggin' 22. You Need Hands 23. Who Killed Bambi God Save the Queen (Symphony) my name is Malcolm McLaren I have brought you many things in my time but the most sucessful of all was an invention of mine they called punk rock (...anarchy...anarchy...) aah, let me start from the beginning if I just had four kids make sure they hate each other make sure they can't play there was Steve Johns, 18 years of age a brilliant cat burglar I nominated him guitarist (...fire...fire...fire...fire...) An there was another fellowable cook 17 years of age a phenomenal enclobat(?) in eigh-one(?) condition always on time he had to provide the bate (...fuck the rich at the ass...) looking in the corner of the shop I noticed his tigathian'(?) finger I did not bet for his clean air and thougt himself of for David Copperfield(?) I took the opportunity of confronting him hatered ended the thing there the idiot pushed me aside when I learned he was irish and Steve saw his green teeth Then there was Sid, Sidney with a legend there is(?) working in the clubs he'd shawn him (?) and every gig the glimberant (?) ended up in a unpredictable bloody mess bashin' and jumpin' all a bad he invented the pogo I called them the Sex Pistols with a line up complete we immediately set them out puttin' our plan into effect to swindle our way to the boppen (?) rock'n'roll industry it was a plan that within 2 years was to bring us closer to a million pounds JOHNNY B. GOODE / ROAD RUNNER (Berry/Richman - additional lyrics by Rotten) Paul(?): We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My Eyes. Other voice: (???) Paul(?): Tell John. Tell him. Johnny: What? Paul(?): Tell him. (???) Other Voice: They wanna play Johnny B. Goode while you sing Through my eyes. Johnny: God! Awright, then. Paul(?): Ready? Go! Johnny: If you could see... oh God, fuck off... Ayanlouisiannayaya New Orleans Awasabadababyanalittle key Ayainanananananana Johnny B. 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! Eeyeah! Brrrrrah! Brrrrrayayayayay! Uah! 'ey, I know, oi, oi, Steve -- Roadrunner! Roadrunner! Roadrun...! Should we do roadrunner? 'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it. Stop it; it's fuckin' awful! Aaah! Torture. 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. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Check out what how it starts. What's the first line? Paul: One, two, three, four, five, six! Johnny: Alright, can you start at the beginning, then? Paul: Roadrunner, roadrunner, (???) Johnny: I can't hear you, Paul. Paul: Roadrunner, roadrunner, go... Johnny: Going faster miles an hour Euhlalalalala Awith the radio on Aroadrunner, roadrunner Aeuhmuh faster miles an hour Oh, God, I don't know it... I drove past the Stop 'n' Shop And I wah by the Stop 'n' Shop An' I flarala wahbah Stop Shop Have the radio on Have touch with the modern world I fell in love with the modern world Fell in love with (???) 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? 'Ey? Brrrrrrr! 'Ey? Do we know an... 'Ey? 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. BLACK ARABS I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I wanna destroy the passerby I wanna be anarchy ba pa dube dubi dum dum dum God save the queen It's a fascist regime She made you a moron Potential H-bomb God save the queen She ain't no human being There ain't no future in England's dream No future no future No future for you Deejup There's no point in asking you'll get no reply So just remember don't decide I got no reason it's too all much They'll always find us out to lunch Yeah we're so pretty, yeah we're so pretty, yeah, Vacant Yeah we're so pretty, yeah we're so pretty, yeah, vacant Don't ask us what we do, 'cause we're not aware I don't pretend, 'cause I don't care I don't need evolution, it's all to ?? stop your cheap comments, Yeah we're so pretty, yeah we're so pretty, yeah, Vacant Yeah we're so pretty, yeah we're so pretty, yeah, vacant Yeah we're so pretty, yeah we're so pretty, yeah, Vacant ah, aah, aha Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yea-yea-yeah, Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yea-yea-yeah, Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yea-yea-yeah, ANARCHY IN THE U.K. Right! Now ha, ha, I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I wanna destroy the passerby 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy No dogs body Anarchy for the UK It's coming sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line Your future dream is a shopping scheme 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy 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 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy It's the only way to be Is this the M.P.L.A or Is this the U.D.A or Is this the I.R.A I thought it was the UK Or just another country Another council tenancy I Wanna be Anarchy I Wanna be Anarchy Oh what a name I wanna be Anarchy Know what I mean? And I wanna be an anarchist Get pissed Destroy! SUBSTITUTE (The Who) (You don't need permisson for anything...) 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 are 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 of 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 gin Substitute you for my mum At least I'll get my washing done Don't Give Me No Lip Child (my life...) (.....) ah yeah, give me no lip child, don't you do what you need, give me no lip child, you know way it's gonna be if you wanna want true true lovin' your ....stock, ...you wanna ...in' ...you wanna ...in' aah don't you give me no lip, child I don´t need what you say you're no lip, child, you're be someone dead my head, over my ...in, I never stop, what you wanna ..in, what you wanna ..in, no lip, child, no lip, child, I don't need yeah, I wanna mean ... nothin' ah yeah, no lip child, don't you do that to me, no lip child, you know way it's gonna be my head, over my ...in, I never stop, your be ..in, oh ya be aha § don't you give me no lip, child I don´t mean what I say no lip child, your ...ery won't die the breakin' over my ...in, you're gonna stop, you're no u-in, you're no u-in, you're no leave, ahaha, no lip, no lip , no lip .... rrp. (I'M NOT YOUR) STEPPING STONE I I I I I'm not your stepping stone I I I I I'm not your stepping stone You're trying to make your mark in society Using all the tricks that you used on me You're reading all those high fashion magazines The clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes I said I I I I I'm not your stepping stone I I I I I'm not your stepping stone Not your stepping stone Not your stepping stone When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose But you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who I said I I I I I'm not your stepping stone I I I I I'm not your stepping stone Not your stepping stone Not your stepping stone now what... L'ANARCHIE POUR LE UK (Jones / Matlock / Cook / Rotten) French version by L. Brennon Moi, je suis l'antéchrist Moi, je suis l'anarchiste Ja ne sais pas ce que je Veux mais je l'aurai Je veux semer la terreur dans la rue Car moi, je veux l'anarchie Anarchie pour UK Ça y est presque déjà Je désunis Royaume-Uni Avec ces rèves de prisunic ! Oui, moi, je veux l'anarchie Le temps de la cité, c'est fini! 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! Car moi, je veux l'anarchie Et c'est la seule façon d'être! Est-ce que c'est l'M.P.L.A.? Ou bien encore l'U.D.A.? Ou alors c'est peut-être l'I.R.A.? Moi, j'ai pené que c'était UK! Ou un autre pays On a tous nos bidonvilles Moi, je suis l'anarchie Oui, moi, je suis l'anarchie Et vive l'anarchie Et moi, je veux être anarchiste Et être saoul, a en crever ! BELSEN WAS A GAS (Rotten / Cook / Jones / Vicious) [original Pistols version] Belsen was a gas I heard the other day In the open graves where the Jews all lay Life is fun and I wish you were here They wrote on postcards to those so dear Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.... Sergeand Majors on the march Wash the bodies in the starch See them all die one by one Guess it's dead guess it's glad So bad, so bad, so bad..... Repeat first verse BELSEN WAS A GAS (Rotten / Cook / Jones / Vicious) [Ronnie Biggs movie version] Spoken: Ok this time for real... "Belsen Was A Gasser" Belsen was a gas I heard the other day In the open graves where the Jews all lay Life is fun and I wish you were here They wrote on postcards to those held dear Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.... Dentist search their teeth for gold Frisk the Jews for bank notes rolled When they found out what they got Line them up and shoot the lot Kill a man, be a man, kill a man... Wonder what the Jews would say If I told them where Boorman was today Would they start a vendetta You'd better ask Ernie Ledbetter Ledbetter, Ledbetter, Ledbetter.... SILLY THING what you see you can't get nothing 's free nothing 's said don't be fouled by the signs don't be readin' between the lines what you gonna say, what you gonna do may you miss that once again but I thougt you knew oh you silly thing you really gonna burn it now oh you silly thing you really gonna burn it now trouble here, trouble there, people stop just to stare what's the use of waistin' time just more of all people long behind what you gonna say, what you gonna do may you miss that once again but I thougt you knew oh you silly thing you really gonna burn it now oh you silly thing you really gonna burn it now oh you silly thing, nothing will drown you ....u be, want new space, people will say oh my oh my, people will say oh my my my oh you silly thing you really gonna burn it now oh you silly thing you really gonna burn it now oh you silly thing you really gonna burn it now oh you silly thing you really gonna burn it now MY WAY (Anka-Revaux-francois-thibault-arr. S. Jeffes) And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain You cunt, I´m not a queer I´ll state my case, of which I´m certain I´ve lived a life that´s full And each and every highway And yet, much more than this I did it my way And yes, I´ve had a few But then again, too few to mention But dig, what I have to fo I´ll see it through with no devotion Of that, take care and just Be careful along the highway And more, much more than this I did it my way There were times, I´m sure you knew When there was nothing fucking else to do But through it all, when there was doubt I shot it up or kicked it out I fought the just as before And did it my way Knocked out in bed last night I´ve had my fill, my share of looting And now, the tears subside I find it all so amusing To think, I killed a cat And may I say, oh no, not their way But no, no, not me I did it my way For what is a brat, what has he got When he finds out that he cannot Say the things he truly thinks But only the words, not what he feels The record shows, I´ve got no clothes And did it my way I WANNA BE ME Turn the page and it's The scoop of the century Dont wanna be L seven I had enough of this This is brainwash and this is a clue To the stars who fooled you Tell me why you can't explain You're only looking for vinyl yeah Didn't they fool you they wanna be you Gimme world war three we can live again You didn't fool me but i fooled you You wanna be me yeah You wanna be me You wanna be someone yeah ruin someone Yeah, Didn't I fool you I ruined you yeah Didn't I fool you I sussed you out I got you in the camera and I got you in my camera A secund of your life ruined for life You wanna ruin me in your magazine You wanna cover us in the margarine And now is the time to realize To have real eyes Down down down down And I'll take you down on the underground Down in the dark and down in the crypt Down in the dark where the typewriter fit Down with your pen and pad ready to kill To make me ill Down wanna be someone you wanna be someone Ruin someone Make it as someone you wanna be me ruin me A typewriter god a black and white king PVC blackboard books black and white I wanna be me SOMETHING ELSE (Sheeley / Cochran) 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 gas 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 Rock Around The Clock (Max C. Freedman & Jimmy de Knight - 1953 Myers Music USA) Six, nine, four o'clock, twele o'clock, (whistle), Ate that, tape that, biclea oea, (whistle), seven o'one, eight o'clock, we're gonna (whistle), around the clock tonight. Strange that sound, let them roll, we're gonna have some fun until the clock strikes two, we're gonna (whistle), around the clock tonight. (whistle), (whistle), (whistle), 'til the broad daylight. we're gonna (whistle), gonna fuck around the clock tonight. When the clock strikes five, turn me oi, the bad way down, facious five. gonna (whistle), fuck around the clock tonight. around round clock to the broad daylight. We're gonna suck, gonna suck around the clock tonight. eeeeeeeuu. eeeeeuu. When the chance is six, four, three, annie said me you'd been shoutin' at me, (whistle), around the clock tonight, (whistle), (whistle), 'til the broad daylight, gonna (whistle), gonna (whistle), around the clock tonight. Eight, nine ten, attended too, earnie got a style of foul on you, (whistle), around the clock tonight, (whistle), (whistle), (whistle), 'til the broad daylight. Gonna suck, gonna suck around the clock tonight. eeeu, eeeu, eeeeeeeuu, eeeu, eeeu, eeeu, eeeeeeeuu, uuuueeeeuuuh, eeeuu, eeeu, eeeu, eeeu, eeeeeeeuu, when the clock strikes new, we'll cool off, boah a foah f...in go, Gonna suck around the clock tonight, suck, suck 'til broad daylight. Gonna suck, gonna suck around the clock tonighu-nighu-uhau-uhau-uhau-uhau-night. LONELY BOY (Jones) 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 I'm 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 -- -- NO ONE IS INNOCENT 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 programms pure God save William Grundy from falling in manure Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk God save Martin Boorman and nazis on the run They wasn't being wicked God that was their idea of fun God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady Even though he's horrible and she ain't what you call a lady Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk God save politicians God save our friends the pigs God save Idi Amin and god save Ronald Biggs God save all us sinners God save your blackest sheep God save the good samaritan and god save the worthless creep Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk Sold his soul Sold his soul Sold his soul to punk C´MON EVERYBODY (Cape-Hart-Cochrane) 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 Oh well, my baby´s number one But I´m gonna dance with three or four And the house will be shakin´ from the bare feet A-stampin´ on the floor Well when you here the music, you can´t still If your brother won´t rock, your sister will Ooh! C´mon everybody Oh well, we really haven´t money But we gotta put a guard outside If the folks come home I´m afraid, they´re gonna have my hide There´d be no more movies for a week or two No more runnin´ ´round with the usual crew-who cares? C´mon everybody E.M.I. (Orchestra) Hello there Malcolm, There's unlimited supply And there is no reason why I tell you it was all a flame They only did it 'cos of fame Who? E.M.I. E.M.I. E.M.I. Too many people had the suss Too many people support us An unlimited amount Too many outlets in and out Who? E.M.I E.M.I E.M.I Sir and friends were crucified the day they wished that we had died We are an addition We are ruled by none ever never ever And you thought that we was faking That we all was just money making You do not believe we're for real Or you would lose your cheap appeal? 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.M.I E.M.I E.M.I Unlimted edition With an unlimited supply That was the only reason We all had to say goodbye (E.M.I) Unlimted supply (E.M.I) And there's no reason why (E.M.I) I tell you it was all a frame (E.M.I) They only did it 'cos of fame (E.M.I) I do not need the pressure (E.M.I) I can't stand the useless fools (E.M.I) There's an unlimtited supply (E.M.I) Hallo E.M.I Goodbye A & M ROCK´N´ROLL SWINDLE (Temple-Cook-Jones) People said we couldn´t play The called us foul-mothed yobs But the only notes that really count Are the ones that come in wads They all drowned when the air turned blue ´Cos we didn´t give a toss Filthy lucre, ain´t nothing new But we all get cash from the chaos The time is right to do it now The greatest rock´n´roll swindle The time is right to do it now E.M.I. said you´re out of hand And they gave us the boot But they couldn´t sack us, just like that Without giving us the loot Thank you kindly A & M They said we were out of bounds But that ain´t bad for two weeks work And 75,000 pounds The time is right to do it now The greatest rock´n´roll swindle The time is right to do it now The time is right to do it now The greatest rock´n´roll swindle The time is right to do it now I just wanna play with my hand Are you good enough for me Hiya boys I´m the choosen one Can´t you fucking see I´m a jealous god and I want everything And I love you with a knife I´ll take you, if you´re ready for me And I´ll give you my life The time is right to do it now The greatest rock´n´roll swindle The time is right to do it now The time is right for Nickey´s Special The greatest rock´n´roll star The time is right for me, now! FRIGGIN' IN THE RIGGIN' 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 captain's 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 was 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' nipper 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 'er sexual quarters Repeat Chorus to Fade YOU NEED HANDS (Jones? / Matlock? / Cook? / Rotten?) You need hands to hold someone you care for.... When you fear...nobody wants to know you You need hands to brush away the tears.... 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... Who Killed Bambi Gentile bate thing only heart one spring you pretty face them all ready for anything I'm up and let you lead I'm the lap who's not hot why do I accept to cry spanning never die birds on the air beast of the year oh john bady man I dive on in a dye who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who - killed - bambee? whow - killed - bambee? whow - killed - bambay? madman or murder so much stupid anger the crime of the century who's your little bamby never trust a hippee or a I fucking bund it I kill fry to kill her in a rot'n'roll ramby hey you spuckin' punkers believe is in the red we won't big shout and all cry out who - killed - bambae? eeeaah? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who killed bambi? who - killed - bambee? whow - killed - bambee? whow - killed - bambay? who - killed - bambee? who - killed - bambee? who - killed - bambee? who - killed - bambee? whow - killed - bammmabee? whow - killed - bammmabee? boy? who - killed - bambee? who - killed - bambee? who - killed - bambee? who - killed - bambee? who - killed - bambee? silly? who - killed - bambee? whow - killed - bambee? whow - killed - bambeeeaaeee? who - killed - bambee? hmmh?