The Professional Pulp

I'm back in full effect
I can't even hold myself erect
I got nothing that I wanna say
I'm gonna say it anyway
I know you think that I've lost it, baby
I know you think that my star is fading
You used to be a contender
Now you're just a pretender
Psychic karaoke every weekend
You don't fit in those clothes anymore
Why don't you take them back to the charity store?
While you're there, you can always hand yourself in
You're into green issues, start recycling
You hide behind your woman when you're out on the town
Sure wouldn't blame her for holding you down
Holding you down, holding you down
You're the only one who's holding you down
You're only ever polite when you're out of your box

Cocker's short for sucker...
A sucker of...
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A sucker of...
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