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!