It's tough at the top...
Awroight!
Looking for trouble cruising down on King's Road
Can't stand the tourists strolling [???] a la mode
When I am on the street everyone knows
Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
Johnny B. Rotten tonight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
You don't want to get in a fight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
The fans go wild, they really get out of hand
They have to touch me 'cos my record's been banned
They think I'm crazy so I tell them, "I am!"
Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
Johnny B. Rotten tonight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
You don't want to get in a fight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
I'm something else in the clothes I wear
The papers quote me when I swear
It's all a lie, but I don't care
Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
Johnny B. Rotten tonight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
You don't want to get in a fight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
Johnny Johnny Go
Johnny Johnny Go
Go Johnny Go Johnny Go Go Go Go!
I'll catch them pretties wif a flash of my teef
They love to show my what they've got underneef
I say, "Now come back, spend the nighttime with me
I've got a little place just southwest of Fleet [???]
But my life isn't that secure, don't you see
'Cos things don't go the way that they used to be
Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny
Johnny B. Rotten tonight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
You don't want to get in a fight
You'd better hold that lid on tight x 2
Johnny B. Rotten tonight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
Johnny B. Rotten tonight
You'd better hold that lid on tight
Johnny B. Rotten, Johnny B. Rotten, Johnny B. Rotten tonight...
Johnny B. Rotten, Johnny B. Rotten, Johnny B. Rotten tonight...