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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pulp
Pulp
Performer
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
Conductor
Orchestra
Orchestra
Orchestra
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Vocals
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Keyboards
Russell Senior
Russell Senior
Guitar
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Bass Guitar
Mark Webber
Mark Webber
Guitar
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Drums
Gavyn Wright
Gavyn Wright
Orchestra Leader
Matthew Vaughan
Matthew Vaughan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Composer
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Composer
Russell Senior
Russell Senior
Composer
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Composer
Mark Webber
Mark Webber
Composer
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Composer
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Producer
David Nicholas
David Nicholas
Engineer
Geoff Pesche
Geoff Pesche
Mastering Engineer
Julie Gardener
Julie Gardener
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Metcalfe
Kevin Metcalfe
Mastering Engineer
Pete Lewis
Pete Lewis
Engineer
Tim Burrell
Tim Burrell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I spy a boy, I spy a girl I spy the worst place in the world In the whole wide 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 the giant that walks around you seeing through your petty 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 ass all day I'm biding time until I take you all on My Lords and Ladies I will prevail I can not fail 'Cause I spy Oh I've got your numbers, taken notes I know the ways your minds work, I've studied And your minds are just the same as mine Except that you are clever swines You never let your mask slip You never admit to it You're never hurried Oh, no no no And every night I hone my plan How I will get my satisfaction How I will blow your paradise away, away, away 'Cause I spy And it's just like in the old days I used to compose my own critical notices in my head "The crowd gasp at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle Skilfully avoiding the dog turd outside the corner shop." Imagining a blue plaque Above the place I first ever touched a girl's chest But hold on 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 up the bed that you chose together And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon And catch us at it in the front room You see I spy for a living And I specialize in revenge On taking the things I know will cause you pain I can't help it I was dragged up My favorite parks are car parks Grass is something you smoke Birds are something you shag Take your "Year in Provence" And shove it up your ass Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah With roach burns in designer dresses Skin stretched tight over high cheek-bones And thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path to the corners of your eyes And every night I hatch my plan It's not a case of woman v man It's more a case of haves against haven'ts And I just happen to have got what you need Just exactly what you need, yeah La la la la la la la la la la la In the midnight hour La la la la la la la la la la la I will come to you I will come to you I will take you from this sickness Dinner parties and champagne I'll hold your body and make it sing again Come on sing again Let's sing again, oh yeah 'Cause I spy Yes, I spy I spy a boy And I spy a girl I spy the chance To change the world To change your world
Writer(s): Jarvis Cocker, Mark Webber, Stephen Mackey, Candida Doyle, Russell Senior, Nick Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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