New York (Lookin' for a Kiss) - Sex Pistols

An imitation from New York

You’re made in Japan from cheese and chalk

You’re hippy type zeros 'cause you put on a bad show

You put on a bad show, oh, don’t it show

Still out on those pills

Oh do you remember?

Think it’s swell playing Max’s Kansas

You’re looking bored and you’re acting flash

With nothing in your gut, to keep your mouth shut

You better keep your mouth shut, you’re in a rut

Still out on those pills

Oh do the sambo

You’re four years on, you still look the same

I think it’s about time you changed you brain

You’re just a pile of shit, you’re coming to this

You poor little faggot, you’re sealed with a kiss

Kiss me

Ha ha ha ha ha

Think it’s swell playing in Japan

When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan

You’re just a pile of shit, you’re coming to this

You poor little faggot, you’re sealed with a kiss

Still out on those pills

Cheap thrills, Anadins, Aspros, anything

You’re condemned to eternal bullshit

You’re sealed with a kiss

Kiss me

A kiss, a kiss, you’re sealed with a kiss

A-looking for a kiss, you’re coming to this

You do just about anything

Oh kiss this

Eh boy