Sex Pistols — God Save the Queen Symphony

My name is Malcolm McLaren I have brought you many things in my time But the most successful of all Was an invention of mine they called punk rock Ah, let me start from the beginning Find just four kids Make sure they hate each other Make sure they can't play There was Steve Jones Eighteen years of age A brilliant cat burglar I nominated him guitarist Ah, there was another fellow, Paul Cook Seventeen years of age A phenomenal acrobat in A-1 condition Always on time, he had to provide the beats Lurking in the corner of the shop I noticed this Dickensian figure Had it not been for his green hair I’d have thought him Something out of “David Copperfield” I took the opportunity of confronting him He pretended to think me an idiot, pushed me aside When I learned he was Irish And Steve saw his green teeth We called him Johnny Rotten Then there was Sidney, with a natural terrorist Working in the clubs ensured him That every gig the group played Ended up in an unpredictable, bloody mess Bashing and jumping all about He invented the Pogo I call them the Sex Pistols With the line-up complete We immediately set about Putting our plan into effect To swindle our way To the top of the Rock ’n’ Roll industry It was a plan that within two years Was to bring us close to a million pounds