Sainsbury Girl
Disco girl couldn’t get it right, one step out all through the night All your friends dance in formation – oh my, what humiliation! Down the club on your estate – you told your dad you’d be home late You went behind the hut instead – really could have used a bed Now you’re really into punk, you swallowed all that New York junk Orange hair and eyes like crystals, favourite group is the Sex Pistols Punk drunk, you’re so mindless Punk drunk, oh so spineless Punk drunk, don’t want to be like you-hoo Punk drunk, I can see right through you See that boy in the Ben Sherman? Beats me up because I’m German Oh, those two-tones were so neat – metal comb shined up a treat Being straight just ain’t your scene – you prefer to dress up mean Quite a sadomasochist – that’s okay, but here’s the twist: Johnny Rotten turns you on, murdering another song Being straight just don’t seem right – you prefer to pose all night Punk drunk, self-adoring Punk drunk, oh you’re so boring Punk drunk, you’r
