P. P. You. P. L. P. P. You. P. L. P. P. You. P. L. P. P. You. P. L. P. P. You. P. L. P. P. You. P. L. P. P. You. P. L.
The disease that is sweeping our country, it's called "pulp", P. You. L. P
And it's poisoning the minds of our young people today

I drove all over Hollywood, looking at the stars
First I ate my Milky Way and then I ate my Mars
But sucking on a Galaxy, I noticed something pretty bizarre
There's not a lot of people there, just an awful lot of cars, check it out
Stale pulp culture take it away
True pulp culture help to redefine it
Old pulp culture day upon day
Young pulp culture serve to undermine it
Sham pulp culture buried in time
True pulp culture there to be plundered
Same pulp culture year upon year
Hey, pulp culture live to be a hundred
Shake off that thing, you gotten used to it (Used to it)
Here is one you won't wanna parlay
In a small round cruel scum brown brat shack dumb world
So squeeze a little tear from your body
Another dozen unchained
Stale pulp culture take it away
New pulp culture help to undermine it
Old pulp culture day upon day
Young pulp culture serve to redefine it
Sham pulp culture buried in time
True pulp culture there to be plundered
Same pulp culture year upon year
Hey, pulp culture live to be a hundred
If a child ever rose on the wings of a dove or the claws of a vulture
Then a man ain't a man when he don't understand...
Pulp culture, pulp culture, pulp culture, pulp culture
(Wake up, wake up)

Do you really love me girl?
I think I know but I wanna be sure
You tell it to me all night long, still I wanna hear it some more
You tell me in the bathroom babe and you tell me back in the hall
You tell me on the kitchen table and up against the wall, what it is
So check beneath your fingernails, in between your toes
Right between your earlobes darling that's where culture grows
It's breeding in your short and curlies, ready to expand
From the heart of Poison City out over televisionland, with a gun
Stale (With, with a gun), new, pulp (Pulp culture, culture, culture, culture, culture), young, sham
Sham pulp culture buried in time
True pulp culture there to be plundered
Same pulp culture year upon year
Hey, pulp culture live to be a hundred
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Pulp Culture Lyrics

Thomas Dolby – Pulp Culture Lyrics