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!