Lyrics > Pussy Galore – Seattle

Writers: Thunders/Lure/Rath
Published: Jungle Music/MCS Music/Virgin EMI Music
From: Seattle [Grey] (7″, US) / Gigantic 2 (CD, UK)
Transcribed: Pop Catastrophe
Notes: Seattle is a re-located cover of London Boys [LYRICS] by Johnny Thunders from the album So Alone [RELEASE] and was officially released on the Melody Maker compilation Gigantic 2.

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Alright
Alright (Live)
Asshole
Black Angel
Crawfish
Cunt Tease
Damaged II
Dedication
DWDA (Live)
Evil Eye
Evil Eye (Live)
Fuck You, Man
Get Off of My Cloud
Happy
HC Rebellion
HC Rebellion (Long Studio Version)
Hip Shake
Kicked Out
Kicked Out (Live)
Kill Yourself
Kill Yourself (Live)
Little Red Rooster
Loving Cup
New Breed
New Breed (Live)
No Count
Nothing Can Bring Me Down (Live)
NYC: 1999!
1 Hour Later
1 Hour Later (Live)
Penetration In The Centerfold
Pretty Fuck Look
Revolution Summer
Rip This Joint
Rocks Off
Seattle
She Said Yeah
Spin Out
Stop Breaking Down
Sweet Little Hi-Fi
Sweet Little Hi-Fi (Live)
Sweet Virginia
Torn and Frayed
Turd On The Run
Tumbling Dice
When I Get Off
White Noise
You Look Like a Jew
Yü-Gung
This one’s for Dick Johnson, it’s called Seattle

You best believe I’m from New York City

You tell me “shut my mouth”
If I wasn’t kissing, you wouldn’t be around
You talk about faggots, little mommas boy
You sit at home, you got a chaperone

You need a escort to take a piss
He holds your hand and he shakes your dick
You’re so pretty, suburban kitty
You think you’re gonna change, well, wait a minute

Little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You think you’re gonna fool me?
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha

A little rich kid, what do you know?
You’re hiding everything, but you think it don’t show?
I hide in the closet, just a facing the wall
Too much too soon, do you recall?

Have a holiday in the city
Don’t come here, vaseline pretty
You don’t need no junk, just LSD
You won’t get shot, shot by me

Little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
And I’m talking about the whole lot of ya

Too bad you boys don’t know
And the girls they just blow
Everybody’s so slow

You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little
Seattle
Boys
Oh, you poor little puppets

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