Pulp

I spy a boy, I spy a girl. I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole
world. Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but
I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out. Can't you see a walks among you
seeing through your pretty lives. Do you think I do these things for real?
I do these things just so I survive. And you know I will survive. It may
look to the untrained eye I'm sitting on my arse all day and I'm biding
my time until I take you all on my Lords and Ladies I will prevail, I
cannot fail. Cause I spy. Oh I've got your numbers taken notes and all
the ways your minds work out. I've studied and your mind's just the
same as mine except that you're just clever swines, you never let
masks slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried. Oh no no no.
And every night I hold my plan how I'll get my satisfaction, how I will
blow your paradise away away away ooh. Cause I spy. It's just like in
the old days - I used to compose my own critical notices in my head.
The crowd gasps at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle, skilfully
avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop. Imagining a blue plaque
above the place I first ever felt a girl's breasts, the whole 'nana. You've
got to wait for the best. You see you should take me seriously. Very
seriously indeed. Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past
sixteen weeks, smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing