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The terminally horny obsessions of Cocker's Pulp personae are also absent, by and large (except for a moment in the opening track, "Don't Let Him Waste Your Time": "'Cause the years fly by in an instant/ And you wonder what he's waiting for/ Oh, then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants/ And he's a-running out the door.") This evolution is to be expected, though. The 44-year-old singer's newfound family life informs many of the tunes, sometimes directly ("You can tell your children that everything's gonna be just fine," he sings in "Disney Time"). In songs like "From Auschwitz to Ipswitch" and "Quantum Theory," Cocker even ponders the future of humanity a far cry from the days of "sorting for E's." J. Niimi