Pulp

Laid here
With your advertising sliding past my eyes
Like cartoons from other people's lives
I start to wonder
What it takes to be a Man

Well, I learned to drink
And I learned to smoke
And I learned to tell
A dirty joke
Oh, if that's all there is then there's no point for me

So please can I ask just why we're alive
'cause all that you do seems such a waste of time?
And if you hang around too long you'll be a ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-an
(Tell me about it!)

Your car can get up to a hundred and ten
You've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
And nothing ever makes no difference to a ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-an

So you stumble into town with your stomach in
Show 'em what you've got (though they've seen everything)
Yeah, you're a beauty, but they've seen your type before, oh

You've got no need
But still you want
To go and book
That restaurant
The wine will flow
And then you'll just fly away, yeah

So please can I ask just why we're alive?
'cause all that you do seems such a waste of time
And if you hang around too long you'll be a ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-an
(Tell me about it!)

Your car can go up to a hundred and ten
You've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
And nothing ever makes no difference to a ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-an

Oh, tell me 'bout it!

Please can I ask just why we're alive?
'cause all that you do seems such a waste of time
And if you hang around too long you'll be a ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-an
(Oh tell, c'mon, tell me about it!)

Your car can get up to a hundred and ten
You've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
And nothing ever makes no difference to a ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-an
To a ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-an
To a ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-an

To a man
(That's what I am.)

Written by COCKER, JARVIS BRANSON / BANKS, NICK / DOYLE, CANDIDA / MACKEY, STEPHEN PATRICK / WEBBER, MARK ANDREW
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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