Sex Pistols

(J. Rotten, P. Cook, S. Jones, G. Matlock)
Too many problems oh why am I here
I don't need to be me
'cos you're all too clear
well and I can see
there's something wrong with you
but what do you expect me to do?.
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
don't come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely you got no-one
you get your body in suspension
That's no problem
problems, problems
the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
(what you gonna do problem)
Eat your heart out on plastic tray
you don't do what you want
then you'll fade away
You won't find me working nine to five
it's too mush fun a-being alive