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 big star then I was on the BBC Johnny looking that must be fun I wore a tartan suit I thought I looked pretty cute but now I think what a cunt!