David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
David A. Stewart
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 star
Then I was on the BBC
And Johnny was looking at me
That must be fun
I wore a tartan suit
I thought I looked pretty cute
But now I think what a cunt
Good for Nothing was written by Andy Wright & David A. Stewart.
Good for Nothing was produced by Andy Wright & David A. Stewart.