We'd like to do a little number. It's for Mary Jane. Mary Jane was the first girl who ever asked for my autograph; I gave her three different names. And this song is a love song. I learned this song in Santa Monica, inbetween surfing and screwing little boys in black leather suits. Just like the Bay City Rollers and Rolling Stones and Johnny Rotten, all our songs sound the same. This is a slow number...       Mary Jane   Got your name from a letter   Mary Jane   Got your name from a letter      Love you like no other   Love you like my brother   I made love to your bottom   I made love to the Führer   I'm gonna be a boy   Gonna be a girl   Gonna fuck your bum   Gonna fuck your world   Gonna be a loving boy   Gonna be a loving girl   Mary Jane      Mary Jane got no pain   She got no ax to grind   She walked out the room   She fell on the sink   She said I look neat   She said I look kind   She said I'm real good   But I'm not anal   A is for anal   I'm not anal   Anal, anal      Mary Jane   What a pain   In my bum   I'm gonna be a young man   I'm gonna make the world cum   On my face   Make a lotta white liquid   In your anus   Gonna be a young man   Gonna get a record contract   Gonna be a lot on main street   Gonna be in America, New York, London, Paris and Rome   Johnny Rotten   Sex Pistols   Supersonic   Polyphonic   Gonna be a little boy   Little girl   Policeman   Soldier   Gonna be the queen   Anybody you want   As long as I'm famous   Beautiful, and rich   Give me money   I wanna have a record contract   All I care, Mary Jane      I got your autograph   I got my autograph   I got it from a letter   Got it from the dark   I'm gonna be here   I'm gonna be there   Don't let nobody pay   Nobody way   Gonna be punk   Gonna be new wave   Gonna be the one   Gonna be famous   Mary Jane      Got to be a fucking hero   Got to be good   Got to be bad   Got to have a record contract   Got to be a hippy   Dippy hippy   Far out   Groovy   Fuck off   Got to be a murderer   Got to be a hand   Got to be politician   Got to be the land   Got to be big   Got to be small   Got to get fucked   Got to be running to every war   Got to say "Lovely" for every cause   Got to be ugly   Got to be famous   Got to have a record contract      I don't want to make a record contract   I don't want to be a supersonic   I'm not in The Damned   I'm not in the Pistols   Pistols   Up your arse   Up your dildo   Your arse   Your arse   Up your arse   With the Pistols   Pistols      I've got to go   I've got to go and be strange   But not too strange and get a record contract   Then I'll be famous   Then I'll be rich   Then I'll be a someone   Then they'll all love me   Then they'll come and pay a lot of money   Honey   And if I'm too good   I'll get on Top of the Pops   And I'll be really rich   And I can go make a lot of money   Honey   Money   Vicious   Sid Vicious   He's so sweet   He's so nice   I put barbed wire around his cock once   Mary Jane