Body - Sex Pistols

She was a girl from Birmingham

She just had an abortion

She was a case of insanity

Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree

She sent her letters from the country

She was an no-one who killed her baby

She was an animal!

Body, I’m not an animal!

Body, I’m not an animal!

Dragged on a table in a factory

Illegitimate place to be

In a packet in a lavatory

It was killed for a minor fee

And it died!

A screaming blood body!

Not a squirm squelch

A gurgling bloody mess!

Body, I’m not an animal!

Mommy, I’m not an animal!

I’m not an animal!

I’m not an animal--ah hah!

I’m not an animal!

I ain’t no animal!

Fuck this and fuck that

Fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat

She don’t want a baby who looks like that

She… was an animal!

I’m not no animal!

Body!

Not an animal!

Body, I’m not an animal!

Body, not an animal!

I’m not an animal!

I’m not an animal

An animal

An animal

An animal

An animal

I’m not a body!

I’m not an animal

Not an animal

An animal

I ain’t no animal

I’m not an animal

Don’t call me animal!

Steve: Just get on with it you totter!

Paul: Fuck off

Steve: Oh, for fucks sake

Paul: Oh shut up you cunt, fuckin' tune up, do I?

Steve: Well you

Paul: Well the fuckin' skin’s loose!

Shut up, ya cunt

Steve: I say come on and you said hold on!

You’re fuckin' sitting there for

five minutes you cunt!

Steve: Hold on, I’m just getting tuned up