Låttexter: Sex Pistols. Archive. New York (Looking for a Kiss).

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show, oh, don't it show

Still out on those pills
Oh, do you remember?

Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better keep your mouth shut
You better keep your mouth shut, in a rut

Still out on those pills
Do the sambo

You're four years on, you still look the same
I think it's about time you changed you brain
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

Think it's swell playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot
You're sealed with a kiss

Still out on those pills
Cheap thrills, Anadins, Aspros anything

You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

A kiss, a kiss, you're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss, you're coming to this
I wanna kiss

You do just about anything
Oh, kiss this
Eh, boy