Tell me mirror, mirror on the wallnWho's the sickest Sex Pistol of them all?nnIs it Johnny Rotten? I don't knownI'd really like to ask him, but he drives me up the wallnnNow take old Sidney Vicious, he's a clownnHe'd turn his mother in for less than half a crownnnBut I wish I had a unionnI wish I had a unionnnBut I wish I had a unionnI wish I had a unionnnNow take my mate, old Cookie, he's off his headnJust give him his Daily Mirror and a pint of Whatney's rednnNow here comes Stevie Jonesy, He's a slagnHe loves to get his knob sucked wrapped in a Union JacknnBut I wish I had a unionnI wish I had a unionnI wish I had a unionnI wish I had a unionnnNever trust a hippie, they killed BambinWe gave a little filth and fury for all your mugs to seenThere's nothing like the real thing, so they saynJust like a creepy cockroach, we'll never fade awaynnBut I wish I had a unionnI wish I had a unionnI wish I had a unionnI wish I had a union