Buttocks! Haircrack! Enormous, um, breasts or something!
Hello, we're swearing.
Tiggywinkles! Wee wee!
We've been inspired by John Lydon, who thinks that saying 'fuck' on stage is so shocking, it's worth warning newspapers well in advance when you're going to do it.
Pants! TenaLady! Alisha's Attic!
Glen Matlock - allegedly - asked him to tone it down a bit, but Lydon stamped his pretty little foot, said "snot" and refused:
"I wrote in 'Bodies', ' Fuck this and fuck that / Fuck it all, and fuck the fuckin brat', and I don't think there's a clearer song about the pain of abortion.
"The juxtaposition of all those different psychic things in your head and all the confusion, the anger, the frustration, you have to capture in those words."
Bodies might be a strong song, although its adoption by both pro- and anti-choice campaigners suggests it's a little unclear in its message, and, yes, the language is justified by the context - but does Lydon really believe that there is no "clearer song about the pain of abortion"? What about, for example, Ani DiFranco's Lost Woman Song or Michelle Shocked's Prodigal Daughter?
Still, never mind about that: let's just focus on the swearing instead:
cooties! bulb-sachets! green-tabs!