Christ. How weird is that: we have mutual band thing going on! I <b>love</b> that track. I would exclaim, but it's un-Pulp. And, in the spirit of this revelation I will also cut-and-paste, and in an entirely affectionate manner...
(just so it's clear that I mean nothing whatsoever ironic about posting the following -- except insofar as there are no non-ironic Pulp lyrics, and i'm lost for the opposite to ironic in an adjectival form but, mm yeah, whatever, and it is fucking three in the morning, so just shut up and let me copy it here, OK!).
"Common People":
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge. She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, That's where I caught her eye. She told me that her Dad was loaded, I said in that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola. She said fine, And in thirty seconds time, she said, I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do, I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you. Well what else could I do I said I'll see what I can do.
I took her to a supermarket I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, So it started there. I said pretend you've got no money, She just laughed and said, oh you're so funny. I said yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here. Are you sure -- you want to live like common people? You want to see whatever common people see. You want to sleep with common people, You want to sleep with common people like me. But she didn't understand, She just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop, Cut your hair and get a job. Smoke some fags and play some pool, Pretend you never went to school. But you'll never get it right 'Cause when you're layin' in bed at night Watching roaches climb the wall If you call your Daddy he'll stop it all. You'll never live like common people You'll never do what ever common people do You'll never fail like common people You'll never watch your life slide out of view, And you'll dance and drink and screw Because there's nothing else to do. Sing along with the common people, Sing along and it might just get you thru' Laugh along with the common people Laugh along even though they're laughing at you And the stupid things that you do. Because you think that poor is cool.
I want to live with common people, I want to live with common people...... {etc}
[I can't manage the chorus refrain and back-up effects, so sorry about that]
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