Cnc-s Mithering

Three days

Three months

Three days

Three months

A treatise

A treatise

To explain these

First was cash 'n' carry house dance

In Lancashire they're A

In King Nat Ltd. empire

Kwik Save is there

The scene started here

Then was America

Then was America

We went there

Big A&M Herb was there**

His offices had fresh air

But his rota was mediocre

US purge, rock 'n' pop filth

Their material's filched

And the secret of their lives

Is...

All the English groups

Act like peasants with free milk

On a route

On a route to the loot

To candy mountain

Five wacky English proletariat idiots

Californians always think of sex

Or think of death

Five hundred girl deaths

A Mexico revenge, it's stolen land

They really get it off on

"Don't hurt me please"

Rapist fill the TVs

And the secret of their lives

Is S.E.X..

I have dreams, I can see

Carloads of negro Nazis

Like Faust with beards

Hydrochloric shaved weirds

[Applause from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]

This was going to be called crap rap fourteen

But it's now Stop Mithering

The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge

Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse

The Sunday morning loud lawn mower

The upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering every 40 minutes, with valium cig

Withdrawal

She wants communal, fluent flat household

I want privacy

The bastard dentist doctors surgery

Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring

Stop mithering***

The estates stick up like stacks

The estates stick up like stacks

The residents keep wild dogs

And on that father's bedroom closet top

Electric blanket boxes

Surplus jonnies, demob pictures

To their children they sing

Stop mithering

You think you've got it bad with thin ties

Miserable songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle

Make joke records, hang out with Gary Bushell

Join round table. "I like your single yer great!"

A circle of low IQ's

There are three rules of audience

My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places

On record company expenses

I lose humor, manners become barbed, righteous, don't know it

The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with

H in electronics, on stage false histrionics

Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a good film, him, him

Stop mithering

I'm not joining conventional rock band

The conventional is experimental, the conventional is now

Experimental

And is no way noble, and I'm no chock stock thing

So stop mithering

Engineers save up for cars

I try to let down their tyres with matches to make them molten

Ouch! Ouch!

They say I rip off Johnny Rotten

They always strike for more pay

They say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"

To their mothers they sing

Stop mithering

Even the drowned penile tissue test

He hangs out for sex

He enters magazine contest

White tan horror in the mirror

Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior

He's not your enemy

He's not your enemy, his name is not Harry

The secret of Cash and Carry