Lyrics:

God save the Sex Pistols
They're a bunch of wholesome blokes
They just like wearing filthy clothes
And swapping filthy jokes
God save television
Keep the programmes pure
God save William Grundy
From falling in manure
Ronnie Biggs was doing time
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light
And he's sold his soul for Punk
God save Martin Boorman
And Nazis on the run
They wasn't being wicked, God
That was their idea of fun
God save Myra Hindley
God save Ian Brady
Even though he's horrible
And she ain't what you'd call a lady
Ronnie Biggs was doing time
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light
And he's sold his soul for Punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light
And he's sold his soul for Punk
God save Politicians
God save our friends the 'Pigs'
God save Idi Amin
And God save Ronald Biggs
God save all us sinners
God save your blackest sheep
God save the Good Samaritan
And God save the worthless creep
Ronnie Biggs was doing time
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light
And he's sold his soul for Punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light
And he's sold his soul
Sold his soul
He's sold his arsehole for Punk
Whoo