Pulp - The Professional lyrics

Oh I'm back in the 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 / Used to be a contender

Now you're just a pretender / Psychic karaoke every weekend

You don't fit those clothes anymore

Why don't you take them back to the charity store

While you're there you could always hand yourself in

You're into green issues - start recycling

You hide behind your woman when you're out in your town

Show her up and 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 / Sucker of... / Oh, oh

La na na na / Oh, oh / Sucker of... / Oh, oh / La na na na

Oh, oh / When I got up today I had that feeling again

Everything was OK, then the world started shaking

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 'bout single mothers and sex

Single mothers and sex, single mothers and sex

Just another song 'bout 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

Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / I'm a professional

Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / Sleep on my darling

Sleep on, don't wake as I leave / I've been rehearsing this scene so long now

Don't interrupt me as I do it for real / The bedroom floor is treacherous

A teacup could be disastrous / 'Cos it'll mean I would have to say

What was written on the letter I posted yesterday

So that it would get here / When I was gone / And you awoke

Oh, she'll meet me from the train / And she'll never 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 / Oh, oh / La na na na

Oh, oh / I'm a professional / Oh, oh / La na na na

Oh, oh / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love / Sleep on my darling

Sleep on my love / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love

Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love