Tell me mirror Mirror on the wall Who's the sickest Sex Pistols of them all? Is it Johnny Rotten? I don't know I'd really like to ask him But he drives me up the wall Now take old Sidney Vicious He's a clown He'd turn his mother In for less than half a crown
But I wish I had a union I wish I had a union
Now take my mate old Cookie He's off his head Just give him his Daily Mirror And a pint of Watneys Red Now here comes Stevie Jonesie He's a slag He loves to get his knob sucked Wrapped in a Union Jack
But I wish I had a union I wish I had a union I wish I had a union I wish I had a union
Never trust the hippy They killed Bambie We gave a little filth and fury For all you mugs to see There's nothing like the real thing So they say just like that Creepy cockroach will never go away
But I wish I had a union I wish I had a union I wish I had a union I wish I had a unionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
