[Verse 1]
It's no go the acid house
Its no go Stone Roses
All we want is a hooded shirt and an ecstasy psychosis
A day return to Manchester
A pair of purple kickers
Never mind the records
Get the t-shirts and the stickers

[Verse 2]
Johnny normal got a job
A mortgage and a motor
Claimed his dad was Dylan
And he came from Minnesota
Conned a generation
Of smiling hippie tossers
Who shaved their beards
And trimmed their hair
But failed to cut their losses

[Verse 3]
It's no go for Live Aid
It's no go the wagons
All we want is crystals
And our dungeons
And our dragons
Daron, Daron, Wayne, and Shane
Kiley, Kev, and Jason
Beat a blind man half to death
With his own Alsatian
It's no go your arty films
It's no go your passion
All we want is a shopping mall
And some pissy high-street fashion
It's no go Kinocchio
And goodnight Ronnie
So kiss goodbye with a lullaby
And a strawberry-flavored Johnny
[Verse 4]
It's no go humility
And no go our nation
What we've got is yuppy farm
And superannuation
Sarah Septic lives in France
And drives a Lamborghini
Saves her whales with metaphors
And claims that she's a Greeny
Old McDonald had a farm
Then he had another
Then he had another
And another and another
It's no go the hospital
It's no go education
All we want is a line of wiz
On Piccadilly Station

[Verse 5]
It's no go takini
It's no go Lacoste
I try to tell the sissy southern bastards
That they've lost
It's no go the poll tax
It's no go registration
All we want is a summons
And a year or two probation
Don't pay!
[Verse 6]
Jimi Hendrix in the lounge
Nico in the kitchen
Brian Jones the Rolling Stone
Coming down and itching
There you see virginity
Face down in the river
Write yourself a get-well-soon
And send it to your liver

[Verse 7]
It's no go my angel breath
It's no go my dog star
All they want is forty quid
To see some dodgy rockstar
They'll package up rebellion
Like a pot of clotted cream
Then they'll sell it back at twice the price
And nullify the dream
And all your friends and lover
And the places that you knew
You'll wonder what became of them
And what became of you
It's no go my moony rose
It's no go tomorrow
All we are are tiny blips
In a data bank called sorrow