Sex Pistols Satellite Holidays In The Sun B-side (1977) \ A A A A A (reste) / A AA A F♯ DD x 4 fin: \ 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 E(6) But babe G F♯ E(6) 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) D(6) \ I'm in love, I'm really in love A AA A F♯ DD x 4 w/ solo 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 A... (reste) !