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’re a headcase

Punk drunk, don’t wanna see your face

 

Oh, your friends just make no sense, you’re so into violence

Daddy does not pay no fees – you still work in Sainsbury’s 

Boyfriend ties you to a bed, puts a mask over your head

Runs you over with an iron bar – oh, your friends are so bizarre

Now you’re really into punk, swallowed all that New York junk

Orange hair and eyes like crystals, your favourite group is the Sex Pistols

 

Punk drunk, you’re so spineless

Punk drunk, really mindless

Punk drunk, don’t want to be like you-oo

Punk drunk, I can see right through you

 

Punk drunk, you’re so idle

Punk drunk, so suicidal

Punk drunk, you like Peter Noone

Punk drunk, you sing out of tune

 

Punk drunk, you’re so

Punk drunk

Punk drunk

Punk!