Eurythmics Good For Nothing Lyrics

Good For Nothing Lyrics

He works so hard with no holidays

but all his clothes are
tailor-made

his mother said son

"you've got it made"

"well you had
it made"

"yesterday"

but now it's all for nothing

good for
nothing



he goes to bed

with a lava lamp

beds full of
books

hair still damp

his father said son

"do well at
camp"

"you'll be a champ"

"not a tramp"

"not a good for
nothing"

"all or nothing"



but I was a cocky sod

and Johnny was
a northern mod

and we ruled the world

I wore a velvet cloak

it
looked like a fucking joke

but it pulled the girls



I got a job on
a market stall

we sold Roxy Music

the one with Jerry Hall

my
stepfather said son

"you've got it all"

"so just have a
ball"

"until you fall into nothing"

"it's good to be
nothing"



but I was a cheeky git

and Johnny nearly had a
fit

when I stole his guitar

I found a new place to stay



and a
hippy who could teach me to play

so I could be a big star

then I was on
the BBC

Johnny looking that must be fun

I wore a tartan suit

I
thought I looked pretty cute

but now I think what a cunt!