Good for Nothing

Lyrics
He works so hard with no holidays But all his clothes are tailor-made His mother said: "Son, you've got it made Well you had it made yesterday But now it's all for nothing Good for nothing" He goes to bed with a lava lamp Beds full of books, hair still damp His father said: "Son, do well at camp You'll be a champ not a tramp Not a good for nothing All or nothing" But I was a cocky sod And Johnny was a northern mod And we ruled the world I wore a velvet cloak It looked like a fucking joke But it pulled the girls I got a job on a market stall We sold Roxy Music, the one with Jerry Hall My stepfather said: "Son, you've got it all So just have a ball Until you fall into nothing It's good to be nothing" But I was a cheeky git And Johnny nearly had a fit When I stole his guitar I found a new place to stay And a hippy who could teach me to play So I could be a star Then I was on the BBC And Johnny was looking at me That must be fun I wore a tartan suit I thought I looked pretty cute But now I think what a cunt
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Credits
- Writers
- Andy Wright
- David A. Stewart