The Professional - Pulp

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 waht 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-emotioanl?

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