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I spy Lyrics

Artist: Pulp
Album: Different Class

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 the giant that walks around 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 numbers,
taken notes,
I know the ways your minds work;
I've studied.
And your minds are just the same as mine
except that you are clever swines,
you never let 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 away, away.
Cos I spy.
And 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,
skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to 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.
Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen 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,
I 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 arse.
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 corners of your eyes.
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 la la la la la la la,
in the midnight hour.
La la la la la la la la la la,
I will come to you,
I will come to you,
I will take you 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.
I spy a boy,
and I spy a girl.
I spy the chance,
to change the world,
to change your world.


by georgiah on 5/21/2008 2:27am
i think that the song was in good timing and i really enjoyed it
by bethany on 5/26/2008 9:38am
by Lex on 6/2/2008 12:06pm
Best thing Pulp ever did.
by Bulie on 6/5/2008 2:44pm
Beautiful song!!!

Pulp is one of the greatest band of the woooooooooooorld!!!!!

(Sorry for my english, I'm french!)
by Phil on 9/8/2008 10:35am
fucking genius
by Jess on 1/6/2009 5:17pm
Best song
by Bof on 4/1/2009 5:57pm
Utterly, utterly, utterly brilliant
by Nyoko on 5/19/2009 4:39pm
This and "Wickerman" are sheer, pure brilliance.
by chez on 9/17/2009 12:03pm
love this song jarvis is an absalute on the ball genius x
by Cali on 4/18/2010 8:31pm
Creepy but coooooooooooooooooool
2nd favorite of pulp
by topcatsw6 on 5/6/2010 11:45am
what a twisted mind...i love it!!!
by Boo on 10/1/2010 4:31pm
Sorry if this makes me seem dim, but could someone please give me the executive precis as to what this song is actually about ?
by Claire on 11/29/2010 3:21pm
I think it's about a man who has a low status in society wanting to be with a woman who has a high status in society. And he is saying, their minds are just the same as mine,i.e. rich or poor, we all think the same. I especially love the part where he says, I will take you from this sickness. He wants to take her from her rich, posh world and give her freedom.
by Dean on 10/15/2011 5:53pm
I think there's more going on than that. You're interpreting it too literally. Jarvis is talking about the relationship dynamics between himself, in the context of him becoming a commercially successful 'Britpop' artist, and the young people of the 90s Britpop generation buying and listening to his Britpop-flavoured music, with whom he both simultaneously empathizes and monetizes! They're great lyrics.
by Goldie on 1/27/2012 11:31pm
Any other songs remotely sinister and brilliant in this way? Let me know goldemi at Gmail
by Caliber on 4/24/2012 1:03pm
Pure evil master piece!.
by WPCK on 3/25/2013 5:32am

by Brie on 4/8/2013 9:30am
@Dean, I think there could very well be something going even beyond that, the ultimate spy being God, a pitiful, spiteful and sadistic being of missed opportunities. Apparently sitting on his arse all day, watching and biding his time, yet scheming in hiding, scattering petty 'miracles' "just so he survives". A master of revenge on man, through infidelity that could well be simply your wife doing her own thing because you don't satisfy her.

Sort of a "God is a creep, therefore we all deserve him" vibe.

I'm not saying it was Jarvis' original line of thought, but it's an additional interpretation.
by skatomalakas on 12/1/2014 6:53pm
Actually, Jarvis, although brilliant and awesome in general, is utterly butthurt for growing up in poverty and this is reflected throughout the whole album (it is called 'Different Class' after all). This song belongs to the collection of songs Jarvis wrote where he, a poor, street-smart lad, takes revenge from or outsmarts a person coming from the higher classes of society, usually a spoilt, posh girl (in Common People she had 'Ladbroke Grove' looks and studied sculpture - that's a personal favourite).

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