Pantryjota – przesyłam kilka taktów, nie tylko muzycznych

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 

Like a dog lying in a corner 
They will bite you and never warn you, look out 
They'll tear your insides out 
'Cos everybody hates a tourist 
Especially one who thinks it all such a laugh 
And the chip stains and grease will come out in the bath 
You will never understand 
How it feels to live your life with no meaning or control 
And with nowhere left to go 
You are amazed that they exist 
And they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why 

Wanna live like common people like you

Music: Pulp; Lyrics: Jarvis Cocker