Disco 2ooo Lyrics By Pulp

Well we were born within one hour of each other.
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.
Your name is Deborah. Deborah. It never suited ya.
Oh they thought that when we grew up we'd get married, never split up.
We never did it although often I thought of it.
Oh Deborah do you recall.
Your house was very small with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.
The boys all loved you but I was a mess.
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.
We were friends but that was as far as it went.
I used to walk you home.
Sometimes it meant nothing to you cause you were so very popular.
Ah Deborah do you recall.
Your house was very small with woodchip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
And now you've paid your money and you've taken your choice.
I know we'll never meet again but I want you to know
Want you to know that I remember every single thing.
Ah do you recall.
Your house was very small with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
Oh what are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me maybe you can even bring your baby.
Ohhh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. What are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me baby you can even bring your baby.
Ooh ooh oh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Oh.

Master Of The Universe (sanitised Version) Lyrics By Pulp

I am the master of this universe and I've got so big it hurts
Raise your eyes and graze your knees
Oh for your master is displeased, because you dared to doubt his word
His polished surface dulls and cracks
Your bitter laughter breaks his back
I am the master of this universe
I taught you everything you know
Now you must bear your master's curse
Oh for I will not let you go
Now you must walk this town 'til dawn in every public open place
Your master's look upon your face
Oh now look what you have done
You've spoilt it all for everyone
The master vegetates alone in a corner of your home
You feed him scraps when in the mood
You beat him hard and keep him nude
You cut your master down to size
Now he cries and he cries now
Lalalalala lalala...
And now he begs both night and day
He lets you take him on your knee
He keeps on losing consciousness, he dearly loves his new mistress
Now he repeats it every night
Every night on point of death
"You are the master of this universe"
Now he cries and he cries now
"You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe!"

Joyriders Lyrics By Pulp

We like driving on a Saturday night
Past the Leisure Centre, left at the lights.
We don't look for trouble but if it comes we don't run.
Looking out for trouble is what we call fun.
Hey you, you in the Jesus sandals
Wouldn't you like to come over
and watch some vandals smashing up someone's home?
We can't help it, we're so thick we can't think
Can't think of anything but shit, sleep and drink.
Oh, and we like women; "up the women" we say
And if we get lucky we might even meet some one day.
Hey you, you in the Jesus sandals...etc.
ister, we just want your car 'cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir.
Oh, all the papers say it's a tragedy but don't you want to come and see?
Mister we want your car...[etc. x 3]

Weeds Ii (the Origin Of The Species) Lyrics By Pulp

This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.
A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization.
Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental.
A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains.
A charming naivety, very short flowering season;
no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in.
Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins.
Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home.
The story has always been the same
A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment
Drinking 'Nurishment'.
But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path.
Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties.
Care for some weed?
So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day
If only they can market this stuff right.
Come on: do your dance.
Come on, do your funny little dance.
Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization.
A sensational buzz - zzzzzz.
Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration.
This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species.

Deep Fried In Kelvin Lyrics By Pulp

Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall ...
to be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors ...
rolling empty cans down the stairway ... (don't you love that sound?) ...
whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his head ...
trying to remember what he learnt at training college ...
Lester said he wasn't allowed in here ... so why don't you get lost? ...
and if you grow up ... then when you grow up, maybe ... maybe you can live ...
live on Kelvin ... yeah you can live in Kelvin ...
on the promenade with the concrete walkways ...
where pidgeons go to die ...
(a woman on the fourteenth floor noticed that the ceiling
was bulging as if under a great weight.
When the council investigated they discovered that the man in the flat
above had transported a large quantity of soil into his living-room,
in which several plants he had stolen from a local park were growing.
When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.
When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.) ...
Oh God, I think the future's been fried ... deep fried in Kelvin ...
and now it's rotting behind the remains of a stolen motorbike ...
I haven't touched it, honest ... but there isn't anything else to do ...
we don't need your sad attempts at social conscience based
on taxi-rides home at night when exhibition opens ...
we just want your car radio ... and those Reflux speakers ...
now ... suffer the little children to come to me ...
and I will tend their adventure playground splinters with cigarette burns
and feed them fizzy orange and chips ...
and then they grow up straight and tall ...
and then they grow up to live ... on Kelvin ...
yeah ... we can have ghettos too ...
only we use air-rifles instead of machine-guns ...
stitch that ... and we drunk driving lights ...
in the end ... the question you have to ask yourself is ...
are you talking to me ... or are you chewing a brick?

Lipgloss Lyrics By Pulp

No wonder you're looking thin
When all that you live on is lipgloss and cigarettes.
And scraps at the end of the day
When he's given the rest to sommetaeone with long black hair.
All those nights in, making such a mess of the bed.
Oh you never ever want to go home.
And he wants you so you may as well hang around for a while,
call your dad on the phone.
He changed his mind last Monday, so you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss Honey
Oh yeah.
Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone.
And you feel such a fool for laughing at bad jokes
And putting up with all of his friends and kissing in public.
What are they gonna say when they run into you again?
That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a mess
And your eyes are just holes in your face.
And it rains every day and when it doesn't,
the sun makes you feel worse anyway.
He changed his mind last Monday, now you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah.
Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone.
Though you knew there was no way it was gonna last for ever
It still shook you when he told you in a letter that he didn't wanna see you.
You nearly lost your mind, Oh yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss
Honey, Oh yeah.
Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone, Oh yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah
Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone. Oh yeah.

Ladies' Man Lyrics By Pulp

Now let's sit down too, 'cos I'm a ladies man
I've got my work cut out, I'm doing what I can
So hold me, touch me, thrill me, don't ever let me go
Don't ask me to explain it 'cos you don't wanna know
Oh / your hair is beautiful tonight
Oh / And I know the feeling's right / Just for the surfaces I feel
I just woke up so come on and hold me
Come on and hold me, hold me, hold me / yeah yeah yeah
I know a place where we can go and wear just what we want
I don't want to be me, I get so tired of (?)
So don't ask any questions and I won't tell no lies
Stop moving like some housewife and give yourself tonight
Oh / your hair is beautiful tonight
Oh / And I know the feeling's right / Just for the surfaces I feel
I just woke up so come on and hold me
Come on and hold me, hold me, hold me
yeah yeah yeah

The Professional Lyrics By Pulp

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

Master Of The Universe Lyrics By Pulp

I am the master of this universe / and I've got so big it hurts
Raise your eyes and graze your knees / oh for your master is displeased
because you dared to doubt his word / his polished surface dulls and cracks
Your bitter laughter breaks his back / I am the master of this universe
I taught you everything you know / now you must bear your master's curse
oh for I will not let you go / Now you must walk this town 'til dawn
in every public open place / your master's look upon your face
Oh now look what you have done / you've spoilt it all for everyone
The master masturbates alone / in a corner of your home
You feed him scraps when in the mood
You beat him hard and keep him nude
You cut your master down to size
Now he cries and he cries now
Lalalalala lalala...
And now he begs both night and day
He lets you take him on your knee
He keeps on losing consciousness
he dearly loves his new mistress
Now he repeats it every night
Every night on point of death
"You are the master of this universe"
Now he cries and he cries now
"You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe!"