I Spy

N.B. Please do not read the lyrics whilst listening to the recordings

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 a giant walks among 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 arse all day,
I'm biding time until I take you all on.
My Lords and Ladies
I will prevail, I cannot fail.
'Cos I spy.

Oh I've got your number, taken notes,
I know the way your minds work.
I have 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.
'Cos I spy.

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,
Skillfully 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.
'Cos I've been sleeping with your wife for the past 16 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 specialise in revenge,
On taking the things I know will cause you pain.
I can't help it, it was dragged up.
My favourite 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 corner of your eye.
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, in the midnight hour.
La la la, I will come to you,
I will come to you.
I will take 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.
'Cos I spy.

I spy a boy.
I spy a girl.
I spy a chance to change the world.
To change your world.

Lyrics by Jarvis Cocker, music by Pulp.
From the album Different Class
Appears on the Mission Impossible Soundtrack

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