Pulp — The Professional

I'm back, in full effect I can't even hold myself erect I got nothing, that I wanna say I'm gonna say it, anyway I know you think that I've lost it baby I know you think that my star is fading You used to be a contender, now you're just a pretender Psychic karaoke every weekend You don't fit in those clothes anymore Why don't you take them back to the charity store? While you're there, you can always hand yourself in You're into green issues, start recycling You hide behind your woman when you're out on the town Sure wouldn't blame her for holding you down Holding you down, holding you down You're the only one who's holding you down You're only ever polite when you're out of your box Cocker's short for sucker... A sucker of... Oooh oooh ooooh Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh Oooh oooh ooooh A sucker of... Oooh oooh ooooh Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh Oooh oooh ooooh When I got up today I had that feeling again Everything was okay then the world started seeping in Now I'm trying to sleep it away Oh but I can't sleep it away Can you answer this question can you answer it right? Have you ever done anything good in your life? Have you ever done anything that wasn't just for yourself? Are you capable of giving? Are you capable of giving just for the sake of it Without expecting anything in return? I'm only trying to give you what you've come to expect Just another song about single mothers and sex Single mothers and sex Single mothers and sex Just another song about single mothers and sex OK, you've heard it before; It's nothing special But it's a living, can't you see? I'm a professional Oooh oooh ooooh Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh Oooh oooh ooooh Yeah, I'm a professional Oooh oooh ooooh Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh Oooh oooh ooooh Sleep on my darling Sleep on don't wake as I leave I've been rehearsing this scene so long now; Don't interupt me as I do it for real The bedroom floor is treacherous A tea-cup could be disastrous; Cos that would mean I would have to say What is written in the letter I posted yesterday So that it would get here when I was gone And you awoke Oh, she will meet me from the train And she won't know a thing About how I talk with my mouth full and only bath once a week How I'm nicer the first time you meet me than the next And I'm rapidly losing interest in sex Yeah I'm rapidly losing interest in sex What's the point in making it over-emotional? You can do it the hard way Or you can be a professional Oooh oooh ooooh Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh Oooh oooh ooooh I'm a professional Oooh oooh ooooh Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh Oooh oooh ooooh (Okay) Sleep on my darling Sleep on my love Sleep on my darling Sleep on my love Sleep on my darling Sleep on my love etc