Sex Pistols — Body

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 sent her letters from the country She was an no-one who killed her baby She was an animal! 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 It was killed for a minor fee And it died! A screaming blood body! Not a squirm squelch A gurgling bloody mess! Body, I'm not an animal! Mommy, I'm not an animal! I'm not an animal! I'm not an animal--ah hah! I'm not an animal! I ain't no animal! Fuck this and fuck that Fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat She don't want a baby who looks like that She...was an animal! I'm not no animal! Body! Not an animal! Body, I'm not an animal! Body, not an animal! I'm not an animal! I'm not an animal An animal An animal An animal An animal I'm not a body! I'm not an animal Not an animal An animal I ain't no animal I'm not an animal Don't call me animal! [STUDIO BANTER] Steve: Just get on with it you totter! Paul: Fuck off [yelling] Steve: Oh, for fucks sake Paul: Oh shut up you cunt, [unintelligible] fuckin' tune up, do I? Steve: Well you [unintelligible] Paul: Well the fuckin' skin's loose! Shut up, ya cunt Steve: I say come on and you said hold on! [?] You're fuckin' sitting there for five minutes you cunt! [Intro to Seventeen on bass is played] Steve: Hold on, I'm just getting tuned up