Satellite (Alternate Studio Version)

Surburban kid and you got no name
your too dumb baby and you got no brain
but your so happy its superb in your dreams
but i'm only laughing
you ain't in my schemes

Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you

I only ever listen when you're on the phone
from your safety restricted zone home
when I got nothing better to do
then there's always you
you're good for my shoe

Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you

You look at me and you just can't tell
you're looking like you just come outta hell
acting like a dirty lavatory
there ain't no bid for your chastity

Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you
I'm in love
I'm really in love

Try and join the scene but you're too obscene
you're looking like a big fat pink baked bean
how did you figure that'd be any use
when all you're gonna get is my abuse

Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you

You know I don't like where you come from
it's just a satellite of London
and when you look me in the eye
oh just remember i wanna die

Hey babe
I love you
I love you
I love you

I can't take no more, we gotta stop



Credits
Writer(s): John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Glen Matlock, Stephen Philip Jones
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