Sex Pistols
Satellite
Holidays In The Sun B-side (1977)

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Suburban kid, you got no name                         (embarque)
You're too dumb baby and you got no brain
I bet you're all so happy in suburbian dreams
But I'm only laughin', you ain't in my scheme

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  But babe

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  I love      you  x 3

I only ever listen when you're on the phone
From your safety restricted zone home
Oh when I got nothin' better to do
Oh then there is always you, you're good for my shoe

  Refrain  (Hey babe)

You look at me and you just can't tell
You're lookin' like you've just come out of hell
Acting' like a dirty lavatory
There ain't no bid for your chastity

  Refrain  (Hey baby)
 
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    I'm in love, I'm really in love

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Try and join the scene but you're too obscene         (P.M.)
You're lookin' like a big, fat, pink, baked bean
How did you figure that you'd be any use
When all you're gonna get is my abuse?                <

  Refrain

You know I don't like where you come from         
It's just a satellite of London
And when you look me in the eye
Oh just remember, I wanna die                        

  Refrain

D(6)    G F#  x 3  D(6)  w/ solo

A AA A F# DD  x 8  1-4e: seul, 5e: rembarque

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