the filth, judge and jury

Brendan Behan got there first

the F word in a Panorama

the host himself

had made it worse

before the playwright

talked of drama

before Mclaren said no wages

if there's no Pistols on TV

never mind the b*ll*cks pundit

here's the rotten BBC

that other Malcolm... Muggeridge

bought Behan Scotch

at 'The Garrick Club'

he had no shoes,

his shirt messed up

four letter word from down the pub

that was back in 56

Behan was dead at 41

an Irish drinker

with writing problems

i’m sure that Borstal was 'No fun'

December the first, 1976

the Sex Pistols had replaced Queen

Bill Grundy called them

foul-mouthed Yobs

before the silver Jubilee

within a month

EMI had dropped them

the contract dead

they'd just begun

moral panic was the reason

(now they had a reason

now they had a reason)

unwanted Holiday in the Sun

regional TV was Pretty Vacant

punk rock presented as 'the new craze'

'ever get the feeling you've been cheated?'

here's 'Anarchy in the UK'

the clink of booze

the air turned blue

a moment of notoriety

the green room schmooze

broadcast the crude

the hosts boasts of lacking sobriety

not the squeaky clean Beatles

nor the nice Rolling Stones

they are both so clean by comparison

burning Punk Rockers with fire in their eyes

not 'Here Comes The Sun'

by George Harrison

my Sweet Lord

forty grand down the Pub

better start the Outrage Express

Bill said 'Come on kids'

then stoked up the fires

and the ire

of the tabloid press

are you being serious

or having a laugh?

the Daily Mirror

the Filth and the Fury

uproar and moans

as viewers jam phones

the Dailys are

both Judge and Jury

Mozart, Bach and Brahms are Brown bread

they're all heroes of ours

and Beethoven's Deaf

they're wonderful people

and they turn us all on

'really? but they are now all so far gone'

other's may like them

'Well that's just their tough sh*t'

good heavens you frighten me to death

What is your suggestion?

a Rude word. Next question

your playing games, I'm really impressed

this geezer Bill, like your Dad or Grandad

patronised like a lecherous hack

what about you girls, Enjoying yourself?

nineteen yr old Siouxsie

threw back

i always wanted to meet you

she said with a camp pout

'we'll meet afterwards shall we?'

said Bill

Thames 'TV Today'

was incredibly grey

meeting Grundy, was hardly a thrill

no one was plastered

53 and no looker

you dirty b*st*rd

you dirty f*cker

you dirty sod

you dirty old man

'say something outrageous'

that was your plan

they were so fresh

that's the real shocker

but TV's Bill Grundy?

what a f*cking rotter

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