You're only twenty-nine
Got a lot to learn
But when your mummy dies
She will not return

We like noise it's our choice
It's what we want to do
We don't care about long hair
I don't wear flares

See my face not a trace
No reality
Oh I don't work, I just speed
That's all I need

I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm so lazy

I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm so lazy

I can't even be bothered
Lazy, lazy

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Writer(s): Glen Matlock, John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Steve Jones