Sex Pistols - Interview lyrics

The original Sex Pistols line-up are seated - from left to right as the camera sees them - Johnny Rotten, Steve Jones, Glen Matlock and Paul Cook. Bill Grundy, the Today show's presenter, sits to their left. Standing behind the Pistols are the punk hangers-on from the Bromley Contingent, Siouxsie Sioux, Steve Severin, Simon Barker and "Simone". Grundy introduces the band to the cameras. Grundy: [To camera] They are punk rockers. The new craze, they tell me. Their heroes? Not the nice, clean Rolling Stones ... you see they are as drunk as I am ... they are clean by comparison. They're a group called the Sex Pistols, and I am surrounded by all of them ... Jones: [Reading the autocue] ... in action! Grundy: Just let us see the Sex Pistols in action. Come on kids ... [Film of the Sex Pistols in action is shown; then back to Grundy] Grundy: I am told that that group [hits his knee with sheaf of papers] have received £40,000 from a record company. Doesn't that seem, er, to be slightly opposed to their anti-materialistic view of life? Matlock: No, the more the merrier. Grundy: Really? Matlock: Oh yeah. Grundy: Well tell me more then. Jones: We've f**in' spent it, ain't we? Grundy: I don't know, have you? Matlock: Yeah, it's all gone. Grundy: Really? Jones: Down the boozer. Grundy: Really? Good Lord! Now I want to know one thing ... Matlock: What? Grundy: Are you serious or are you just making me ... trying to make me laugh? Matlock: No, it's all gone. Gone. Grundy: Really? Matlock: Yeah. Grundy: No, but I mean about what you're doing. Matlock: Oh yeah. Grundy: You are serious? Matlock: Mmm. Grundy: Beethoven, Mozart, Bach and Brahms have all died ... Rotten: They're all heroes of ours, ain't they? Grundy: Really ... what? What were you saying, sir? Rotten: They're wonderful people. Grundy: Are they? Rotten: Oh yes! They really turn us on. Jones: But they're dead! Grundy: Well suppose they turn other people on? Rotten: [Under his breath] That's just their tough sh**. Grundy: It's what? Rotten: Nothing. A rude word. Next question. Grundy: No, no, what was the rude word? Rotten: sh**. Grundy: Was it really? Good heavens, you frighten me to d**h. Rotten: Oh alright, so we're playing games now.... I'm rather impressed! Grundy: [Turning to those standing behind the band, talking over Rotten] What about you girls behind? Matlock: He's like yer dad, innee, this geezer? Grundy: Are you, er ... Matlock: Or your grandad. Grundy: [To Sioux] Are you worried, or are you just enjoying yourself? Sioux: Enjoying myself. Grundy: Are you? Sioux: Yeah. Grundy: Ah, that's what I thought you were doing. Sioux: I always wanted to meet you. Grundy: Did you really? Sioux: Yeah. Grundy: We'll meet afterwards, shall we? [Sioux does a camp pout] Jones: You dirty sod. You dirty old man! Grundy: Well keep going, chief, keep going. Go on, you've got another five seconds. Say something outrageous. Jones: You dirty ba*tard! Grundy: Go on, again! Jones: You dirty f**er! [Laughter from the group] Grundy: What a clever boy! Jones: What a f**ing rotter! Grundy: Well, that's it for tonight. The other rocker, Eamonn, and I'm saying nothing else about him, will be back tomorrow. I'll be seeing you soon. I hope I'm not seeing you [the band] again. From me, though, goodnight! [Grundy mouths "Oh, sh**!" The signature tune plays and the credits roll. Rotten looks at his watch, Jones starts dancing to the music.]