Street Operator - Pulp

They said you went down to the Grove looking to score

(Oh, what a bore)

«It was a really heavy scene down there»

I’ve heard that before

And then you, you bought one gram of icing sugar

Well, I guess that’s «sweet as»

Oh, you — yeah, you are such a street operator

You know just where you’re coming from — oh yeah

And you have really got it together

And nobody can put you on

And you get it right, oh, every single night

So how come you’re alone?

Yeah, how come you’re alone?

You went to the South Bank for the Salsa just last night

(Oh, outtasight!)

Got short-changed by the barmaid

But you daren’t, you daren’t put her right

But you really took it out on her later

On your own in the middle of the night

Oh, you — oh you are such a street operator

You know just where you’re coming from — oh yeah

Yeah, you have really got it together

And nobody can put you on

And you get it right, oh, every single night

So how come you’re alone?

Yeah, how come you’re alone?

Why don’t you just face it?

You can no longer fake it

Why don’t you just go?

Oh, you — oh you are such a street operator

You know just where you’re coming from — oh yeah

And you have really got it together

And nobody can put you on

And you get it right, oh, every single night

So how come you’re alone?

Yeah, how come you’re alone?

How come you’re alone?

Yeah, how come you’re alone?