Mary Jane

We'd like to do a little number. It's for Mary Jane. Mary Jane was the first girl who ever asked for my autograph; I gave her three different names. And this song is a love song. I learned this song in Santa Monica, inbetween surfing and screwing little boys in black leather suits. Just like the Bay City Rollers and Rolling Stones and Johnny Rotten, all our songs sound the same. This is a slow number...

Mary Jane

Got your name from a letter

Mary Jane

Got your name from a letter

Love you like no other

Love you like my brother

I made love to your bottom

I made love to the Führer

I'm gonna be a boy

Gonna be a girl

Gonna fuck your bum

Gonna fuck your world

Gonna be a loving boy

Gonna be a loving girl

Mary Jane

Mary Jane got no pain

She got no ax to grind

She walked out the room

She fell on the sink

She said I look neat

She said I look kind

She said I'm real good

But I'm not anal

A is for anal

I'm not anal

Anal, anal

Mary Jane

What a pain

In my bum

I'm gonna be a young man

I'm gonna make the world cum

On my face

Make a lotta white liquid

In your anus

Gonna be a young man

Gonna get a record contract

Gonna be a lot on main street

Gonna be in America, New York, London, Paris and Rome

Johnny Rotten

Sex Pistols

Supersonic

Polyphonic

Gonna be a little boy

Little girl

Policeman

Soldier

Gonna be the queen

Anybody you want

As long as I'm famous

Beautiful, and rich

Give me money

I wanna have a record contract

All I care, Mary Jane

I got your autograph

I got my autograph

I got it from a letter

Got it from the dark

I'm gonna be here

I'm gonna be there

Don't let nobody pay

Nobody way

Gonna be punk

Gonna be new wave

Gonna be the one

Gonna be famous

Mary Jane

Got to be a fucking hero

Got to be good

Got to be bad

Got to have a record contract

Got to be a hippy

Dippy hippy

Far out

Groovy

Fuck off

Got to be a murderer

Got to be a hand

Got to be politician

Got to be the land

Got to be big

Got to be small

Got to get fucked

Got to be running to every war

Got to say "Lovely" for every cause

Got to be ugly

Got to be famous

Got to have a record contract

I don't want to make a record contract

I don't want to be a supersonic

I'm not in The Damned

I'm not in the Pistols

Pistols

Up your arse

Up your dildo

Your arse

Your arse

Up your arse

With the Pistols

Pistols

I've got to go

I've got to go and be strange

But not too strange and get a record contract

Then I'll be famous

Then I'll be rich

Then I'll be a someone

Then they'll all love me

Then they'll come and pay a lot of money

Honey

And if I'm too good

I'll get on Top of the Pops

And I'll be really rich

And I can go make a lot of money

Honey

Money

Vicious

Sid Vicious

He's so sweet

He's so nice

I put barbed wire around his cock once

Mary Jane