La chusma like you

Agarra un dandy carcomido inglés de mitad de los años noventa, un puñado de glam electrizante, unos cuantos sintetizadores, y mucha, mucha mala leche, y te dará la canción con más saña y mala idea de la década: Common People, de los Pulp. Canción del álbum Different Class, el mejor de la banda con el que alcanzó un nivel por encima de las peleas pueriles entre los Blur y los Oasis de por aquél entonces.

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 coca-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",
But 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 lying in bed at night,
Watching roaches climb the wall,
If you called your dad he could stop it all, yeah.

You'll never live like common people,
You'll never do whatever 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 through.

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's all such a laugh

Yeah, and the chip stains' 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.

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.

Still you'll never get it right
'Cos when you're lying in bed at night

Watching roaches climb the wall,
If you called your dad he could stop it all, yeah.

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.

I want to sing with common people, like you.
I want to sing with common people, like you.
I want to sing with common people, like you.