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John Lydon's Megabugs DVD
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We had an overwhelming response for the competition, and are grateful for every entry we received, especially those who went to the trouble of writing whole songs. We really had a difficult time choosing the best ones, but managed to whittle it down to these four…

A special mention to everybody who suggested 'All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth'.

S. McGarrat, California, USA

White Christmas by Bing Crosby with John Trotter's orchestra, sorry I mean John Rotter's Orchestra!

It's an oldie, but its certainly a goldie. Anything Bowie can do John can do a thousand times better.

Stuart Barstow, Manchester, UK

Once In Royal David's City, what else, for a fervent monarchist?

Adam Broughton, London, UK

(Somewhere in the near future, 11 months or so, radio DJ Dave Lav Trellis makes the following announcement on his show:)
"And here straight in the charts at no.1 is the new single by John Lydon and Public Image Ltd. DISAPPOINTED!"
(In the background of the song are slow sleighbells at 4 shakes to the bar)
DISAPPOINTED
Xmases, Xmases
Mince pies worse than a judge's death sentences
Boozing, what's new, is certain
You'll throw up on the curtains. Mum's mad!
CHORUS
Disappointed a few people
When Xmas reared its ugly head
Xmas giving is for prize fools
Well, isn't Xmas such a bore?
(It's such a bore)
Isn't Xmas such a bore?
(It's such a bore)
It's such a bore
Santa, he's just a really sad person
Who won't, he can't send gifts to everyone. It's not true
With his maroon hat n' kit
Just ho-ho-ing on, his Yule-ish pretences. Been had!
CHORUS
....(Bore, bore)
This turkey's no longer fluttering
Nor moving and growing
What a confused month
The gluttony, monotony
And it all adds to a sick tum
You'll throw up on the curtains. Mum's really so mad!
CHORUS
... (Bore, bore, bore)
(So mad!)
Drunk can't hold it
Run for the toilet
But you stumble down
Do it on the ground
The cheap Xmas tree
Is sheer plasticy
And father gets plastered
Cursing depising
It's not surprising
That mum ends up crying
The cheap Xmas tree
Is all plasticy