Hanging about down the market street
    I spent a lot of time on my feet
  When I saw some passing yabbos
  We did chance to speak
    I knew how to sing
  y' know an
  They knew how to pose
  An' one of them had a Les Paul
  Heart attack machine
    All the young punks
  Laugh your life
  Cos there ain't much to cry for
  All the young cunts
  Live it now
  Cos there ain't much to die for
    Everybody wants to bum
  A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
  And we went out
  Got our name in small print on the poster
  Of course we got a manger
  Though he ain't the mafia
  A contract is a contract
  When they get 'em out on yer
    You gotta drag yourself to work
  Drag yourself to sleep
  You're dead from the neck up
  By the middle of the week
    Face front you got the future shining
  Like a piece of gold
  But I swear as we get closer
  It look more like a lump of coal
  But it's better than some factory
  Now that's no place to waste your youth
  I worked there for a week once
  I luckily got the boot