He Works So Hard With No Holidays
But All His Clothes Are Tailor-made
His Mother Said Son
"you've Got It Made"
"well You Had It Made"
"yesterday"
But Now It's All For Nothing
Good For Nothing

He Goes To Bed
With A Lava Lamp
Beds Full Of Books
Hair Still Damp
His Father Said Son
"do Well At Camp"
"you'll Be A Champ"
"not A Tramp"
"not A Good For Nothing"
"all Or Nothing"

But I Was A Cocky Sod
And Johnny Was A Northern Mod
And We Ruled The World
I Wore A Velvet Cloak
It Looked Like A Fucking Joke
But It Pulled The Girls

I Got A Job On A Market Stall
We Sold Roxy Music
The One With Jerry Hall
My Stepfather Said Son
"you've Got It All"
"so Just Have A Ball"
"until You Fall Into Nothing"
"it's Good To Be Nothing"

But I Was A Cheeky Git
And Johnny Nearly Had A Fit
When I Stole His Guitar
I Found A New Place To Stay

And A Hippy Who Could Teach Me To Play
So I Could Be A Big Star
Then I Was On The BBC
Johnny Looking That Must Be Fun
I Wore A Tartan Suit
I Thought I Looked Pretty Cute
But Now I Think What A Cunt!