Boy with no name, he was only eighteen.
Never laught too much.
Hated the monarchy.
Yes he hated the queen.
Real anti-social and he acted real mean
Was in in a dream?
"Cos dowsing her lights was in
In his dreams.

Chorus:
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.

So full of hate and full of fury
To tell you a story
You would say
He was a one man jury
Catalogue of anger posted through your door.
Your door, your door, your door.
A chance would come
To even the score.

Chorus:
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.

He stole a gun and he stole a car. Oh boy, oh boy.
With some Pretty Polly he would go far.
Down London where the bright lights are.
Lights are, lights are, lights are.
And I say
The mission's his decision.

Chorus:
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.

He took out that gun on that fateful day.
The winds blew cold as the sky turned grey.
He pointed the gun and he pulled the trigger.
The message that he would now deliver.

Chorus: (twice)
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.

Sex Pistols I wanna be me Live Chelmsford Prison

Day by day, look what the papers say
Day by day, look what the papers say
Stranded in the jungle
Trapped inside the tube
(You) hate your next door neighbor
'cause he's got more than you
Going round and round, day by day
On the circle line
Round and round

Day by day, it's all work no play
Day by day, it's all work no play
Living for inflation
I know I never win
Just to earn a living
They keep me locked in

Day by day, who cares anyway
Day by day, who cares anyway
I feel like a robot
On the production line
Ain't got no tomorrow
On the circle line
Going round and round, day by day
On the circle line
Round and round
Round and round
Day by day
Day by day