The Sex Pistols 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 wanna do We don't care about long hair I don't wear flares See my face, not a trace No reality 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 that's what we say I'm a lazy sod I'm a lazy sod I'm a lazy sod that's what you are I can't even be bothered...lazy...