Lyrics:

(Strummer/Jones)



STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR

GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR

MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT

OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT



I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU

I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU

PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE

ALL WANNA DO



IT'S A FAB PROTECTIVE FOR THAT TYPE OF A GIRL

BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE USES IT WELL

IT'S THE THERAPEUTIC STRUCTURE I CAN USE AT WILL

BUT I DON'T THINK IT FITS MY B.D. DRILL



SITTING IN A CARRIAGE OF A BAKERLOO

EROTICA MY POCKET GOT A PACKET FOR YOU

ADVERT ON THE ESCALATOR ON MY WAY HOME

I DON'T NEED NO SKIN FLICKS, I WANNA BE ALONE



I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU

I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU

PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE

ALL I WANNA DO



JOHNNY, JOHNNY