God save the Sex Pistols,
They're a bunch of Wholsome blokes
They just like wearing filthy clothes,
And swapping filthy Jokes
God save Television,
Hate the programs viewer,
God save William Grundy,
For falling in Maneure

Chorus:
Ronnie Biggs was doin' time,
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light,
and sold his soul for punk

God save Martie Boman,
And dances on the run
They wasn't being wicked God,
They was how I did a bunk
God save Myra Hindley,
God save Ian Brady
Even though he's 'orrible,
An' she ain't what you'd call a Lady

Chorus:
Ronnie Biggs was doin' time,
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light,
and sold his soul for punk

Ronnie Biggs was doin' time,
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light,
and sold his soul for punk

God save Politicians,
God save our Friends to Fix
God save Diddy Army,
And God save Ronald Beany
God save all the Sinners,
God save your blacky sheep
God save the good and Marriages,
And God save the World fledged Beany

Chorus:
Ronnie Biggs was doin' time,
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light,
and sold his soul for punk

Ronnie Biggs was doin' time,
Until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light,
and sold his soul,
Sold his soul,
He's sold his own soul for Punk

WOOOOO!!!