Pulp
The Professional
(Jarvis Cocker, Nick Banks, Candida Doyle, Steve Mackey, Mark Webber)
(Mark:Tune in!)
Piano riff
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G#m
Oh I'm back in the full effect
Bb
I can't even hold myself erect
C#m
I got nothing that I wanna say
A
I'm gonna say it anyway
G#m
I know you think that I've lost it, baby
Bb
I know you think that my star is fading
C#m
Used to be a contender, now you're just a pretender
A
Psychic karaoke every weekend
G#m
You don't fit those clothes anymore
Bb
Why don't you take them back to the charity store
C#m
While you're there you could always hand yourself in
A
You're into green issues - start recycling
G#m
You hide behind your woman when you're out on the town
Bb
Show her up and blame her for holding you down
C#m
Holding you down, holding you down
A
You're the only one who's holding you down
G#m (bass only)
You're only ever polite when you're out of your box
A (bass only)
Cocker's short for... sucker
Sucker of...
G#m Bb C#m
Oh, oh oh oh… la na na na
A
Oh, oh oh oh… Sucker of...
G#m Bb C#m A
Oh, oh oh oh… la na na na Oh, oh 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?
N.C.
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
G#m Bb C#m A
Oh, oh oh oh… la na na na Oh, oh oh oh…
G#m
I'm a professional
Bb C#m A
Oh, oh oh oh… la na na na Oh, oh 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 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
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
