Sorted For Es

Sorted For E's And Whizz by Pulp

Transcribed by Dave Twisleton xd321dt01@ntu.ac.uk

{The verse is just C and G, it'll seem obvious.}

Oh is this the way they say the futures meant to feel?

Oh just twenty thousand people standing in a field

And I just don't understand quite what this feeling is

That's okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and Whizz

And tell me when the spaceship lands

Cos all this has just got to mean something

In the middle of the night

It feels alright but then tomorrow morning

Ohh ohh when you come down

Oh yeah the pirate radio told us what was going down

Got the tickets from some messed up bloke in Camden Town

And no one seems to know exactly where it is

But that's okay, cos we're all sorted out for E's and Whizz

At four o' clock the normal world seems very very very far away

Hey hey

Just keep on moving

Everybody asks your name they say we're all the same

And now it's, Nice One, Geezer - that's as far as the conversation went

I lost my friends I dance alone, it's 6 o' clock, I wanna go home

But it's no way not today, makes you wonder what it meant

C...

And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows

And you wanna call your mother and say, "Mother,

I can never come home again because I seem to have left

an important part of my brain somewhere in a field in Hampshire. Alright

Oohh Oohh when you come down

Ooh what if you never come down?