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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!
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...
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
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?