Cocker / Mackey / Doyle / Banks / Webber

I’m back in full effect. Can’t even hold myself erect. I've got nothing that I want to 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 on the town. Show her up & 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. And Cocker’s short for c—k sucker. A sucker of . Oh. A sucker of . When I got up today I had that feeling again. Everything was OK then the world started seeping in. Now I’m trying to sleep in away 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? 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 about single mothers & sex. Single mothers & sex, single mothers & sex-just another song about single mothers & 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. I’m a professional. 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 tea-cup could be disastrous ‘cos that would mean I would have to say what was written in the letter I posted yesterday so that it would get there when I was gone and you awoke. Oh she will meet me from the train & she won’t 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 & 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 I’m a professional. Sleep on my darling. Sleep on my love. Sleep on my darling. Sleep on my love.