Letra da Música The Professional de 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