The Sex Pistols turned down an invitation to perform at the Olympics’ opening ceremony because the organisers wanted to censor one of their most famous songs, John Lydon has revealed.
The Pistols were asked to perform their 1977 single Pretty Vacant but Lydon, formerly Johnny Rotten, would not have been allowed to sing “vacant”, with his provocative emphasis on the final syllable.
“They tried to get us involved in the Olympics,” Lydon confirmed. “What they wanted was, they’re going to do this thing where celebrities go around the stadium on the back of flat-top lorries.
“So there will be Naomi Campbell in a Vivienne Westwood dress, followed by Madness doing ‘Baggy Trousers’, and then the Pistols doing ‘Pretty Vacant’. But without the ‘vay-cunt’, just ‘pretty’ and the word ‘censored’.
Lydon’s answer to the organising committee was “‘no fucking way.’ Don’t need it, don’t want it,” .
The punk star will play no part in the Summer’s festivities after this week saying that he wants no part in a web campaign to get a 35th anniversary re-release of The Sex Pistols’ God Save The Queen to number one during the week of the Diamond Jubilee.
SEX PISTOLS LYRICS
"Pretty Vacant"
There's no point in asking, you'll get no reply
Oh just remember I don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us out to lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
A vacant
Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant ah
But now and we don't care
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find me out to lunch
We're out on lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty ah
But now and we don't care
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
And we don't care
Lovers Night
Author: Jeff VerStraete
A special dinner,
That's what he set out to do.
To show her how special she was,
To show her his love was true.
A candle light dinner,
He made for them to eat.
Looking deep into her eyes,
Their souls did meet.
After they ate dinner,
To the couch they did retire.
Curled up together with a movie,
And the sweet glow of a fire.
So relaxed and content,
A feeling of heavenly bliss.
On the back of her neck,
He placed a sweet soft kiss.
It sent a shiver down her spine,
And she turned and held him tight.
Whispering softly in his ear,
Make love to me all night.
He said I'll be right back,
As he got up off the couch.
Into his bedroom he went,
Then pulled out a pouch.
He pulled out rose pedals,
And laid them all over the bed.
Hundreds of rose pedals,
White, yellow, pink and red.
Around the room,
Candle after candle he did light.
Making a soft glow in the room,
That flicked in the night.
He went to the couch,
And took her by the hand.
She glowed like the full moon,
As she got off the couch to stand.
He walked behind her down the hall,
With his hands he covered her eyes.
So she couldnt see anything,
Especially the candle and rose pedal surprise.
When they got to the door,
He let her see the surprise.
It took away her breath,
She just couldnt believe her eyes.
He took her by the hand,
And softly kissed her lips.
He pulled her close to him,
And up her arm he ran his fingertips.
The two made love all night,
The two became one.
Desire and passion so hot,
As hot as a noon sun.
The sweat of their bodies,
Glistened in the candle light.
Collapsing in each others arms,
Somewhere in the middle of the night.
They curled up together,
Holding her all so tight.
With the glow of the candles,
As the lovers nightlight.
Laying next to her,
He rubbed her back with his hand.
Just laying there looking at her,
As she drifted off to dream land.
He woke her the next morning,
With coffee for her in his hand.
His beautiful sweet lover,
The Princess of his land.
A special dinner,
That's what he set out to do.
To show her how special she was,
To show her his love was true.
A candle light dinner,
He made for them to eat.
Looking deep into her eyes,
Their souls did meet.
After they ate dinner,
To the couch they did retire.
Curled up together with a movie,
And the sweet glow of a fire.
So relaxed and content,
A feeling of heavenly bliss.
On the back of her neck,
He placed a sweet soft kiss.
It sent a shiver down her spine,
And she turned and held him tight.
Whispering softly in his ear,
Make love to me all night.
He said I'll be right back,
As he got up off the couch.
Into his bedroom he went,
Then pulled out a pouch.
He pulled out rose pedals,
And laid them all over the bed.
Hundreds of rose pedals,
White, yellow, pink and red.
Around the room,
Candle after candle he did light.
Making a soft glow in the room,
That flicked in the night.
He went to the couch,
And took her by the hand.
She glowed like the full moon,
As she got off the couch to stand.
He walked behind her down the hall,
With his hands he covered her eyes.
So she couldnt see anything,
Especially the candle and rose pedal surprise.
When they got to the door,
He let her see the surprise.
It took away her breath,
She just couldnt believe her eyes.
He took her by the hand,
And softly kissed her lips.
He pulled her close to him,
And up her arm he ran his fingertips.
The two made love all night,
The two became one.
Desire and passion so hot,
As hot as a noon sun.
The sweat of their bodies,
Glistened in the candle light.
Collapsing in each others arms,
Somewhere in the middle of the night.
They curled up together,
Holding her all so tight.
With the glow of the candles,
As the lovers nightlight.
Laying next to her,
He rubbed her back with his hand.
Just laying there looking at her,
As she drifted off to dream land.
He woke her the next morning,
With coffee for her in his hand.
His beautiful sweet lover,
The Princess of his land.
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