sex pistols – Lonely Boy scritto da admin 22 Gennaio 2016 Hello, good evening, welcome, to nothing much A no holds barred half-Nelson and the loving touch The comfort and the joy of feeling lost With the only living boy in New Cross Fill another suitcase, with another haul Of hotel towels and toothpaste and the bathroom wall Then wipe the lipstuck hearts and flowers from the glass and chrome Take five or six hot baths and showers and come on home, come on home To the comfort and the joy of feeling lost With the only living boy in New Cross I’ve teamed up with the Hippies now. I’ve got my fringe unfurled I want to give peace, love and kisses out to this whole stinking world The gypsies, the travellers and the thieves The good, the bad, the average and unique The greebos, the crusties and the goths And the only living boy in New Cross Eyes down and I’ll keep you up to date Two fat ladies in 1988 The safe 16 lovers who lied Purley’s Queen and mother makes five Butchered bakers, deaf and dumb waiters Marble Arch criminals and Clause 28ers Authors, authors and plastered outcasts Locked up daughters and rock ‘n’ roll stars Goodbye Rudy, David and Rosie, Abraham and Julianne and anyone who knows me The gypsies, the travellers and the thieves The good, the bad, the average and unique The greebos, the crusties and you and I Hello, good evening, welcome and goodbye