Gary Glitter
All right!
Gary wrote some cool songs
The ones you'd chant and sing along
He wore a cape, he was a freak
The pervert made an awesome beat
But now his career is in such a serious decline
'Cause you can't fuck little girls. don't you see?
Gary Glitter, oh-oh
Gary Glitter, oh-oh-oh
All right
Whoo!
On BBC he was such a mess
Years with his sick urge suppressed
But now the socialists own his soul
And they don't much like rock 'n' roll
He left England for Indochina to prey on the weak
When on a plane to Thailand was a sting
Gary Glitter, oh-oh
Gary Glitter, oh-oh-oh
Oh, what the fuck is wrong with Gary Glitter?
The king of glam picked the smallest of the litter
Gary Glitter
Gary Glitter
All right
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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
[Guitar solo]
Gary Glitter, oh-oh
Gary Glitter, oh-oh-oh
Gary Glitter, oh-oh
Gary Glitter, oh-oh-oh
He just keeps running away
[laughter]
Come on, come on!