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‘Never Mind The Bollocks’ Lyrics

NMTB promo poster, 1977Holidays In The Sun

Cook/Jones/Rotten/Vicious
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

Cheap holiday in other peoples misery
I don’t wanna holiday in the sun
I wanna go to the new Belsen
I wanna see some history
Cause now I got a reasonable economy
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I’m still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got reason to be waiting
The Berlin wall
In sensurround sound in a two inch wall
I was waiting for the communist call
I didn’t ask for sunshine and I got World War three
I’m looking over the wall and they’re looking at me
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I’m still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason to be waiting
The Berlin wall
They’re staring all night
And they’re staring all day
I had no reason to be here at all
And now I got a reason
It’s no real reason
And I’m waiting
The Berlin wall
I got to go over the Berlin wall
I don’t understand this thing at all
I’m gonna go over the Berlin wall
I’m gonna go over the Berlin wall
I’m gonna go over the Berlin wall
Claustrophobia there’s too much paranoia
There’s too many closets
So when will we fall
And now I gotta reason
It’s no real reason to be waiting
The Berlin wall
I got to go over the wall
I don’t understand this thing at all
This third rate B movie show
Cheap dialogue
Cheap essential scenery
I got to go over the wall
I wanna go over the Berlin wall
Before they come over the Berlin wall
I don’t understand this thing at all
I’m gonna go over the wall
I wanna go over the Berlin wall
I’m gonna go over the Berlin wall
Before they come over the Berlin wall
I don’t understand this thing at all
Please don’t be waiting for me

Bodies

Cook/Jones/Rotten/Vicious
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was a case of insanity
Her name was Pauline she lived in a tree
She was a no one who killed her baby
She sent the letters from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrace
Body
I’m not an animal
Body
I’m not an animal
Dragged on a table in a factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming
Body
Screaming fucking bloody mess
Not an animal
It’s an abortion
Body
I’m not an animal
Mummy, Mummy, Mummy
I’m not an abortion
Throbbing squirm
Gurgling bloody mess
I’m not a discharge
I’m not a loss in protein
I’m not a throbbing squirm…
Fuck this
And fuck that
Fuck it all
And fuck her fucking brat
She don’t wanna baby that looks like that
I don’t wanna baby that looks like that
Body
I’m not no animal
Body
An abortion
Body
I’m not an animal
Body
I’m not an animal
An animal
I’m not an animal
I’m not an animal
An animal
I’m not an animal
I ain’t no animal
Body
I’m not an animal
I’m not an animal
An animal
I ain’t no animal
I’m not an animal
I’m not an animal
Mummy

No Feelings

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

I’ve seen you in the mirror when the story began
I fell in love with you
I love your mortal sin
Your brains are locked away
But I love your company
I only ever leave you
When you got no money
I got no emotions for anybody else
You better understand
I’m in love with myself
Myself
My beautiful self
No feeling
No feeling
No feelings
For anybody else
Hello and goodbye
And a runaround Sue
You follow me around like a pretty pot of glue
I kick you in the head
You got nothing to say
Get out of the way cause I gotta getaway
You never realise I take the piss out of you
You come up and see me and I beat you black and blue
All day
I’ll send you away
I got no feeling
No feeling
No feeling
For anybody else
Except for myself
My beautiful selfishThere ain’t no moonlight after midnight
I see you silly people out looking for delight
Well, I’m so happy
I’m feeling so fine
I’m watching all the rubbish wasting my time
I look around your house
You got nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains when you get down to kneel
I pray
You pray to your god
No feeling
No feeling
I’ve got no feeling
For anybody else
No feeling
No feeling
No feeling
For anybody else
Except for myself
Your daddy’s gone away
Be back another day
See his picture hanging on your wall

Liar

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

Liar, lie, lie, lie
You liar, lie, lie, lie
Tell me why
Tell me why
Why’d you have to lie
Should’ve realised
That you should’ve told the truth
Should’ve realised
You know what I’ll do
You’re in suspension
You’re a liar
Now I wanna know
And I know I wanna know
Why you never look me in the face
Broke a confidence
It’ll please your ego
Should’ve realised
You know what I know
You’re in suspension
You’re a liar
I know where you go
Everybody you know
I know everything that you do or say
So when you tell lies I always be in your way
I’m nobody’s fool and I know all
Cause I know
What I know
You’re in suspension
You’re a liar
You’re a liar
You’re a liar
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Liar, lie, lie, lie
You liar, lie, lie
I think you’re funny
You’re funny ha ha
I don’t need it
Don’t need your blah blah
Should’ve realised
I know what you are
You’re in suspension
You’re in suspension
You’re in suspension
You’re a liar
You’re a liar
You’re a lie, lie, lie

God Save The Queen

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

God save the queen
The fascist regime
It made you a moron
Potential H bomb
God save the queen
She ain’t no human being
There is no future
In England’s dreaming
Don’t be told what you want
Don’t be told what you need
There’s no future
No future
No future for you
God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen
Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems
Oh god save history
God save your mad parade
Lord god have mercy
All crimes are paid
When there’s no future
How can there be sin
We’re the flowers in the dustbin
We’re the poison in the human machine
We’re the future
Your future
God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen
We mean it man
There is no future
In England’s dreaming
No future
No future
No future for you
No future
No future
No future for me
No future
No future
No future for you
No future
No future for you

Problems

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

Too many problems
Why I am here
Don’t need to be
Because you’re all too clear
And I can see there’s something wrong with you
But what do you expect me to do
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don’t come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely
You got no one
You got your body in suspension
That’s no problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don’t do what you want and you’ll fade away
You won’t find me working nine to five
It’s too much fun being alive
I’m using my feet for my human machine
You won’t find me living for the screen
Are you lonely
All needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
And whatcha gonna do
Problem
Problem
I a death trip
But I ain’t automatic
You won’t find me just staying static
Don’t you give me any order
To people like me there is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you solved all your problem
But you are the problem
Problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
And whatcha gonna do
With your problem
I’ll leave that to you
Problem
The problem is you
You got a problem
Whatcha gonna do
You’re going to a doctor
Gonna take you away
They’ll take you away
And they’ll throw away the key
They don’t want you and they don’t want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem
What you gonna do
Problem
Have you got a problem
Problem
Have you got a problem
Problem
Problem
Problem

Seventeen

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

You’re only 29
Got a lot to learn
But when your mummy dies
She will not return
We like noise it’s our choice
It’s what we wanna do
We don’t care about long hair
I don’t wear flares
See my face not a trace
No reality
I don’t work
I just speed
That’s all I need
I’m a lazy sod
I’m a lazy sod
I’m a lazy sod
I’m so lazy
Yawn
I’m a lazy sod
I’m a lazy Sid
I’m a lazy sod
I’m so lazy
I can’t even be bothered
Lazy
Lazy

Anarchy In The UK

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

Right
Now
Ha, 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 passer by
Cause I
Wanna be
Anarchy
No dogs body
Anarchy for the UK
It’s coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop at traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
Cause I
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 MPLA
Or is this the UDA
Or is this the IRA
I thought it was the UK
Or just
Another
Country
Another council tenancy
I wanna be
Anarchy
And I wanna be
Anarchy
Know what I mean
And I wanna be
Anarchist
Get pissed
Destroy

Submission

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

I’m on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I picked you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Sub mission
Going down down
Dragging her down
Sub mission
I can’t tell you what I found
You’ve got me pretty deep baby
I can’t figure out your watery love
I got to solve your mystery
You’re sitting it out in heaven above
Sub mission
Going down down
Dragging her down
Sub mission
I can’t tell you what I found
Well, it’s a mystery
Under the sea
In the water
Sub mission
Going down down
Dragging her down
Submission
I can’t tell you what I found
Cause it’s a secret
Under the water
In the sea
It’s an octopus rock
You’ve got me pretty deep baby
I can’t figure out your watery love
I got to solve your mystery
You’re sitting it out in heaven above
Sub mission
Going down down
Dragging her down
Sub mission
I can’t tell you what I found
Sub mission
Sub mission
Going down, down, under the sea
I wanna drown, down, under the water
Going down, down, under the sea

Pretty Vacant

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

There’s no point in asking
You’ll get no reply
Just remembered don’t decide
I got no reason it’s all too much
You’ll always find us
Out to lunch
We’re so pretty
Oh so pretty
We’re vacant
We’re so pretty
Oh so pretty
Vacant
Don’t ask us to attend
Cause we’re not all there
I don’t pretend cause I don’t care
I don’t believe illusions
Too much is real
Stuff your cheap comment
Cause we know what we feel
We’re so pretty
Oh so pretty
We’re vacant
We’re so pretty
Oh so pretty
Vacant
We’re so pretty
Oh so pretty
And now
And we don’t care
There’s no point in asking
You’ll get no reply
I just remembered I don’t decide
I got no reason it’s all too much
You’ll always find me
Out to lunch
We’re out at lunch
We’re so pretty
Oh so pretty
We’re vacant
We’re so pretty
Oh so pretty
We’re vacant
We’re so pretty
Oh so pretty
And now
And we don’t care
We’re pretty
Pretty vacant
We’re pretty
Pretty vacant
We’re pretty
Pretty vacant
We’re pretty
Pretty vacant
And we don’t care

New York

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

An imitation from New York
You’re made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You’re hippie tarts hero cause you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show
Oh, don’t let it show
Still out on those pills
Oh, do you remember
Think it’s swell playing Max’s Kansas
You’re looking bored and you’re acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better keep your month shut
You better keep your month shut
You’re in a rut
Still out on those pills
Do the Rambo
Four years on you still look the same
I think it’s about time you changed you brain
You’re just a pile of shit coming to this
You poor little faggot
You’re sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think it’s swell playing in Japan
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
Anadin’s, Aspro’s 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
Looking for a kiss
And coming to this
Oh, a kiss
You do just about anything
Well, kiss this
Playboy

EMI (Unlimited Edition)

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

It’s an unlimited supply
And there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
They only did it cause of fame
Who
EMI
EMI
Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
An unlimited amount
Too many outlets in and out
Who
EMI
EMI
And sir and friends were crucified
A day they wish that we had died
We are an addition
We are ruled by none
Ever, ever, ever
And you thought that we were faking
That we were all just money making
You do not believe we’re for real
Or you would lose your cheap appeal
Don’t you judge a book just by the cover
Unless you cover just another
And blind acceptance is a sign
Of stupid fools who stand in line
Like
EMI
EMI
Unlimited edition with an unlimited supply
That was the only reason we all had to say goodbye
Unlimited supply
EMI
There is no reason why
EMI
I tell you it was all a frame
EMI
They only did it cause of fame
EMI
I do not need the pressure
EMI
I can’t stand those useless fools
EMI
Unlimited supply
EMI
Hello EMI
Goodbye A&

I Wanna Be Me

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

Turn the page and it’s the scoop of the century
Don’t wanna be L7
I had enough of this
This is brainwash
And this is a clue
To the stars who fool you
Tell me why you cant 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
I fooled you
You wanna be me
Yeah, you wanna be me
You wanna be someone
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 second of your life
Ruined for life
You wanna ruin me in your magazine
You wanna cover us in margarine
And now is the time
You got the time
To realise
To have real eyes
Down, down, down, down
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
Wanna be someone
Need to be someone
You wanna be me
Ruin me
A typewriter god
A black and white king
PVC
Blackboard books
Black and white
Wanna be me

Did You No Wrong

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

I don’t mind the things that you say
I don’t even mind going out of my way
I try and do these things for you
Why should I do it
Our love is untrue
I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
Going out of my head
I ain’t seen you off the screen
But those films are my dream
And I can’t take much more of you
The bog is no place to imagine your face
Oh, can’t you see
I’m out of my head
Oh, can’t you see
I’m just a little insane
Oh, can’t you see
I’m going out of my head
Oh, can’t you see
I’m loony again
I’m going down, down, down
Out of my head
I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
Going out of my head
I ain’t seen you off the screen
But those films are my dream
And I can’t take much more of you
The bog is no place to see your face
Oh, can’t you see
I’m out of my head
Oh, can’t you see
I’m just a little insane
Oh, can’t you see
I’m out of my head
Oh, can’t you see
I’m loony again
I’m going, down, down, down
Out of my head
Out of my head
Out of my head
I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
Going out of my head

No Fun

(The Stooges)
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

Right, here we go now
A sociology lecture
With a bit of psychology
A bit of neurology
A bit of fuckology
No fun
Right, no fun
My babe, no fun
No fun
My babe, no fun
Fun to be alone
Alone and by myself
Fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
No fun
My babe, no fun
No fun
My babe, no fun
Fun to be alone
Walking by myself
Fun to be alone
In love with no friends of mineMaybe go out
Maybe stay at home
Maybe call somebody on the telephone
So c’mon, my baby c’mom
So c’mon
I’m alone
Having no fun by myself
This is no fun with nobody else
I’m all alone
By myself
I’ll be alone
Nobody else
It’s no fun
It’s no fun, all alone
All alone, no fun
All alone
No Fun
I’m alone
I’m alive
I’m alone
And I’m waiting to have my fun
I’m waiting ain’t got no one
I’m all alone
This is no fun
No Fun
All alone
I’m alive
No Fun
I’m alive
I’m alone
No fun
No fun
No fun
My babe, no fun
Fun to be alone
Walking by myself
Fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Maybe go out
Maybe stay at home
Maybe call somebody on the telephone
So c’mon
I’m all alone
So c’mon
Oh, come and play
I’m alone, I’m alone
With nobody else
I’m alone, I’m alone
All by myself
And I want some fun with somebody else
By baby’s alone in the lavatory
My baby won’t come play with me
I’m alone
All alone
I’m looking at the telephone
I’m alone
All alone
I got nobody else
I want my fun
I’m gonna make my own fun
All alone
I’m alive
It’s no fun
I’m alive
No Fun
It’s no fun
No fun
It’s no fun
No fun
It’s no fun
It’s not funny
I’m by myselfI’m alive

Satellite

Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd

Suburban kid and you got no name
Your too dumb baby and you got no brain
I bet you’re all so happy in suburbian dream
But I’m only laughing
You ain’t in my scheme
Baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I only ever listen when you’re on the phone
From your safety-restricted zone home
When I got nothing better to do
Then there’s always you
You’re good for my shoe
Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you
You look at me and you just can’t tell
You’re looking like you just came outta hell
Acting like a dirty lavatory
There ain’t no bid for your chastity
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I’m in love
I’m really in love
Try and join the scene but your too obscene
You’re looking like a big fat pink baked bean
How did you figure that’d you’d be any use
When all you’re gonna get is my abuse
Hey babeI love you
I love you
I love you
You know I don’t like where you come from
It’s just a satellite of London
And when you look me in the eye
I just remember I wanna die
Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you
I can’t take no more, just stop