Good For Nothing Testo

He works so hard with no holidays
but all his clothes are tailor-made
his mother said son
'you've got it made'
'well you had it made'

'yesterday'
but now it's all for nothing
good for nothing

he goes to bed
with a lava lamp
beds full of books
hair still damp
his father said son
'do well at camp'
'you'll be a champ'
'not a tramp'
'not a good for nothing'
'all or nothing'

but I was a cocky sod
and Johnny was a northern mod
and we ruled the world
I wore a velvet cloak
it looked like a fucking joke
but it pulled the girls

I got a job on a market stall
we sold Roxy Music
the one with Jerry Hall
my stepfather said son
'you've got it all'
'so just have a ball'
'until you fall into nothing'
'it's good to be nothing'

but I was a cheeky git
and Johnny nearly had a fit
when I stole his guitar
I found a new place to stay

and a hippy who could teach me to play
so I could be a big star
then I was on the BBC
Johnny looking that must be fun
I wore a tartan suit
I thought I looked pretty cute
but now I think what a cunt!