Janie Jones He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh He's in love with getting stoned woaahh He's in love with Janie Jones But he doesn't like his boring job, no... An' he knows what he's got to do So he knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady! An' he knows when the evening comes When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you An' in the in-tray lots of work But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina That just won't run without fuel Fill her up, jacko! An' the invoice don't quite fit, There's no payola in his alphabetical file This time he's gonna really tell the boss Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels It's pretty bad! Let them know - how you feel Career Opportunities They offered me the office, offered me the shop They said I'd better take anything the'd got Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop? Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock I hate the army and I hate the RAF I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service rules And I won't open letter bombs for you Bus driver....Ambulance man....Ticket inspector They're gonna have to indrodduce conscription They're gonna have to take away my prescription If they wanna get me making toys If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice Careers Careers Careers Ain't never gonna knock White Riot White riot-- I wanna riot White riot-- a riot of my own White riot-- I wanna riot White riot-- A riot of my own Black people gotta lot a problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick An' everybody's doing Just what they're told to do An' nobody wants To go to jail! All the power's in the hands Of people rich enough to buy it While we walk the street Too chicken to even try it Everybody's doing Just what they're told to do Nobody wants To go to jail! Are you taking over Or are you taking orders? Are you going backwards Or are you going forwards? 1977 In 1977 I hope I go to heaven Cos I been to long on the dole And I can't work at all Danger stranger You better paint your face No Elvis, Beatles, or the Rolling Stones In 1977 In 1977 Knives in west 11 Ain't so lucky to be rick Sten guns in Knightsbridge Danger stranger You better paint your face No Elvis, Beatles, or the Rolling Stones In1977 In 1977 You're on the never never You think it can't go on forever But the papers say it's better I don't care cos I'm not all there No Elvis, Beatles or the Rolling Stones In 1977 Sod the jubilee In 1978 In 1979 Stayed in bed In 1980 In 1981 The toilet don't work In 1982 In 1983 Here come the police In 1984 I'm So Bored With the USA Yankee soldier He wanna shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia But now he can't afford a bag Yankee dollar talk To the dictators of the world In fact it's giving orders An' they can't afford to miss a word I'm so bored with the U...S...A... But what can I do? Yankee detectives Are always on the TV 'Cos killers in America Work seven days a week Never mind the Stars and Stripes Let's print the Watergate tapes I'll salute the New Wave And I hope nobody escapes I'm so bored with the U...S...A... But what can I do? Move up Starsky For the CIA Suck on Kojak For the USA Hate and War Hate and war - the only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate...Hate...Hate... The hate of a nation A million miles from home An' get war from the junkies Who don't like my form I'm gonna stay in the city Even when the house fall down I don't dream of a holiday When hate and war come around Hate and war... I have the will to survive I cheat if I can't win If someone locks me out I kick my way back in An' if I get aggression I give it to them two time back Every day it's just the same With hate an' war on my back Hate and war -I hate all the English Hate and war - They're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate all the cops I wanna walk down any street Looking like a creep I don't care if I get beat up By any kebab Greek What's My Name What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I ought to be I tried spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall Whats my naaaame...naaaame...naaaame... I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up! I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know What's my name Dad got pissed so I got clocked Couldn't hear the tannoy so he lost the lot Offers mum a bribe through the letter box Drives you fucking mad What's my name Now I'm round the back of your house at night Peeping in the window--are you sleeping tonight I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip And you won't know who came What's my name Deny Deny You're such a liar You won't know the truth if it hits you in the eye Deny You're such a liar You're selling your no-no all the time An' you said we were going out To the 100 Club Then you said "It ain't my scene" But then you turned up alone Then you turned up alone Then you said you'd given it up Gone an' kicked it in the head You said you ain't had none for weeks But baby I seen your arms Baby I seen your arms
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