Pulp – “I Spy”
Cm G7
I spy a boy, I spy a girl,
Cm G7 Cm
I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole wide world.
Fm7 Cm
Oh, you didn’t do bad, you made it out,
Fm7 G7 Gsus4 Cm
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
G7
Seeing through your petty lives?
Cm
Do you think I do the things for real?
G7
I do these things just so I survive,
Cm
And you know I will survive.
Fm7
It may look to the untrained eye,
Cm
I’m sitting on my arse all day,
Fm7 G7
I’m biding time until I take you on,
My Lords and Ladies I will prevail,
Cm
I cannot fail ‘cause I spy.
Cm
Oh, I’ve got your number, taken notes,
G7
And all the ways your minds work I’ve studied.
Cm
Oh, and your minds are just the same as mine:
G7
Except that you’re clever swines, you never let your masks slip,
Cm
You never admit to it, you’re never hurried. Oh no no no.
Fm7 Cm
And every night I hone my plan – how I will get my satisfaction,
Fm7 G7 Cm
How I will blow your paradise away, away, away, ooh, ‘cause I spy.
Cm
It’s just like in the old days,
F/C
I used to compose my own critical notices in my head:
Ab/C Am/C
“The crowd gasp at Cocker’s masterful control of the bicycle,
Ab/C
Skillfully avoiding the dog turd outside the corner shop.”
F/C G7
Imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever touched a girl’s chest,
Cm
But hold on, you’ve got to waith for the best.
F/C
You see, you should take me seriously, very seriously indeed,
Ab/C
‘Cause I’ve been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks,
Am/C
Smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy,
Ab/C
Messing up the bed that you chose together.
F/C
And in all that time I just wanted you to come home
G7 Cm
Unexpectedly one afternoon, and catch us at it in the front room.
F/C
You see, I spy for a living, and I specialise in revenge,
Ab/C Am/C
On taking the things I know will cause you pain.
Ab/C
I can’t help it, I was dragged up. My favourite parks are car parks,
F/C G7/C
Grass is something you smoke. Birds are something you shag.
Cm
Take your “Year In Provence” and shove it up your ass.
Cm G7
Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah.
Cm
With roach burns in designer dresses,
G7
Skin stretched tight over high cheek bones
And thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path,
Cm
Beating a path to the corners of your eyes.
Fm7
And every night I hatch my plan,
Cm
It’s not a case of woman v man.
Fm7 G7
It’s more a case of haves against haven’ts,
And I just happen to have exactly what you need,
Cm
Yeah, just exactly what you need, yeah.
C#m
La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la,
G#7
La, la, in the midnight hour.
C#m
La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la,
G#7
La, la, I will come to you,
C#m
I will come to you.
F#m7
I will take you from this sickness,
C#m
Dinner parties and champagne.
F#m7 G#7
I’ll hold your body and make it sing again,
Cm
Come on – sing again, let’s sing again, oh yeah, ‘cause I spy.
Yes, I spy.
G7
I spy a boy, I spy a girl.
Cm G7
I spy a chance to change the world,
Cm
To change your world.