Lyrics:

J. Rotten, P. Cook, 5. Jones, G. Matlock)

You're only twenty nine
gotta lot to learn,
but when your mummy dies
she will not return


We like noise it's our choice
if'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...
that's what we say you're
I'm a lazy sod...
I'm so lazy
I can't even be bothered
Lazy Lazy