I'm passing time, the front row of the gig
I can't move or I'll lose my hard-won place
You better not give me an elbow dig
Or I'll give you an elbow in the face
Or a knee in a more unpleasant place
It's Public Image, singer's John Rotten
Though I know he's not been called that for years
He is the top ginger whinger of men
I liked their first hit, but not a great fan
But I'm stood in the front row nonetheless
The man next to me has the breath of pig
I've typed that, so I must shield mobile phone
Johnny Rotten now plays to the grey hairs
Forget pogo-ing, we need walking sticks!
Fri 28 June, written on phone while at gig
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