Eurythmics - Good For Nothing - Текст песни

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!