The Monks [UK] - Johnny B. Rotten lyrics

Looking for trouble cruising down on King's Road Can't stand the tourists strolling (???) a la mode When I am on the street everyone knows Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny B. Rotten tonight You'd better hold that lid on tight You don't want to get in a fight You'd better hold that lid on tight The fans go wild, they really get out of hand They have to touch me 'cos my record's been banned They think I'm crazy so I tell them, "I am!" Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny B. Rotten tonight You'd better hold that lid on tight You don't want to get in a fight You'd better hold that lid on tight I'm something else in the clothes I wear The papers quote me when I swear It's all a lie, but I don't care Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny B. Rotten tonight You'd better hold that lid on tight You don't want to get in a fight You'd better hold that lid on tight Johnny Johnny Go Johnny Johnny Go Go Johnny Go Johnny Go Go Go Go! I'll catch them pretties wif a flash of my teef They love to show me what they've got underneef I say, "Now come back, spend the nighttime with me I've got a little place just southwest of Fleet (???) But my life isn't that secure, don't you see 'Cos things don't go the way that they used to be Social Security and D-O-L-E! Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny B. Rotten tonight You'd better hold that lid on tight You don't want to get in a fight You'd better hold that lid on tight x 2 Johnny B. Rotten tonight You'd better hold that lid on tight Johnny B. Rotten tonight You'd better hold that lid on tight Johnny B. Rotten, Johnny B. Rotten, Johnny B. Rotten tonight... Johnny B. Rotten, Johnny B. Rotten, Johnny B. Rotten tonight...