Common People


She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that's where I caught her eye. 
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said in that case I'll have a rum and coke-cola. 
She said fine and in thirty seconds time she said, I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do, I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you. 
Well what else could I do - I said I'll see what I can do. 
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there. 
I said pretend you've got no money, she just laughed and said oh you're so funny. 
I said yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here. 
Are you sure you want to live like common people
You want to see whatever common people see
You want to sleep with common people, 
you want to sleep with common people like me. 
But she didn't understand, she just smiled and held my hand. 
Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job. 
Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school. 
But still you'll never get it right 
'cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall 
If you call your Dad he could stop it all. 
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw 
Because there's nothing else to do. 
Sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you thru'
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do. 
Because you think that poor is cool. 


Pulp, „Common People”

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