You sat on a bus and wondered

What future is there in this?

Working all week to get money

Cos money gets you pissed

So you thought "I wanna be famous"

And recorded a demo tape

Sent it to all the companies

And all they had to say was



No thanks sonny

We've heard it all before

Turning punk into money

Doesn't work anymore



So you kept on working for money

Put out your own EP

And they put you in the papers

And worked out your family tree

The companies sat up and took notice

And offered you money and fame

The faces all change but the idea's the same

So you thought you'd do it your way

And said

No thanks sonny

I can do it on my own

I don't need your money

Just leave me alone



The record never got anywhere

You ended up on the dole

Finally got a job

With less money than before

Now you're sitting on a bus

Where did it all go wrong

Theres nothing else to do

Except write another song

And it goes



No thanks sonny

We've heard it all before

No thanks sonny

You're no use anymore