Parklife

Parklife


1. Girls & Boys 2. Tarcy Jacks 3. End Of A Century 4. Parklife 5. Bank Holiday 6. Badhead 7. The Debt Collector 8. Far Out 9. To The End 10. London Loves 11. Trouble In The Message Center 12. Clover Over Dover 13. Magic America 14. Jubilee 15. This Is A Low 16. Lot 105

Girls & Boys

Street's like a jungle So call the police Following the herd Down to Greece On holiday Love in the 90's Is paranoid On sunny beaches Take your chances Looking for Girls who are boys Who like boys to be girls Who do boys like they're girls Who do girls like they're boys Always should be someone you really love Avoiding all work ‘Cos there's none available Like battery thinkers Count your thoughts On one two three four Five fingers Nothing is wasted Only reproduced You get nasty blisters Du bist sehr schön But we haven't been Introduced Girls who are boys Who like boys to be girls Who do boys like they're girls Who do girls like they're boys Always should be someone you really love

Tracy Jacks

Tracy Jacks Works in civil service It's steady employment Is a golfing fanatic But his putt is erratic Saw a Harley Street doctor Who prescribed healthy living But he's getting past forty And all the seams are splitting Every day he got closer He knew in his heart he was over I'd love to stay here and be normal But it's just so overrated Tracy Jacks Left home without warning At five in the morning Got on the first train to Walton And stood on the sea front laughing Threw his clothes in the water And ran around naked Got stopped by the police And escorted back home Every day he got closer He knew in his heart he was over I'd love to stay here and be normal But then it's just so overrated And then it happened on a Tuesday morning Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house he lived in Saying It's just so overrated Every day he got closer He knew in his heart he was over I'd love to stay here and be normal But it's just so overrated

End Of A Century

She says there's ants in the carpet Dirty little monsters Eating all the morsels Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning TV You're looking so healthy We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century It's nothing special Sex on the TV Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer To thirty He gives her a cuddle Glowing in a huddle Good night TV You're all made up And you're looking like me We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century It's nothing special Can you eat her? Yes, you can

Parklife

Confidence is a preference For the habitual voyeur of what is known as And morning soup can be avoided If you take a route straight through what is known as John's got brewer's droop He gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons They love a bit of it Who's that gut lord marching You should cut down on your porklife, mate Get some exercise All the people So many people And they all go Hand in hand Hand in hand through their Parklife I get up when I want Except on Wednesdays When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen I put my trousers on Have a cup of tea And I think about leaving the house I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too It gives me a sense of enormous well-being And then I'm happy for the rest of the day Safe in the knowledge There will always be A bit of my heart devoted to it All the people So many people And they all go Hand in hand Hand in hand through their Parklife It's got nothing to do with yer Vorsprung durch technic, you know And it's not about you joggers Who go round and round and round

Bank Holiday

Grandma needs new dentures To eat the crust on pizza Been taken out by her daughter Because she thought she oughta The kids are eating Snickers Because they're so delicious Then there's sticky fingers And mother loses her knickers Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer Then it's back to work A-g-a-i-n Barbecue is cooking Sausages and chicken The patio is buzzing And neighbours they are looking John is down the fun pub Drinking lots of lager Girls and boys are on the game And all the high streets look the same Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer Then it's back to work A-g-a-i-n

Badhead

So far I've not really stayed in touch Well, you knew as much It's no surprise That today I get up around two From a lack of anything to do And I might as well just grin and bear it Cos it's not worth the trouble of an argument And I might aswell just grin and bear it ‘Cos it’s not worth the trouble of an argument And you Not really stayed in touch Well, I knew as much It's no surprise That today I get up around two With nothing to do Except get a touch of flu And I might as well just grin and bear it ‘Cos it's not worth the trouble of an argument And in any case, I'd rather wear it It's like a bad head in the morning And I know

The Debt Collector

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Far Out

I spy in the night sky Don't I Phoebe Io Elara Leda Callisto Sinope Janus Dione Portia So many moons Quiet in the sky at night Hot in the Milky Way Outside in Vega Capella Hadar Rigel Barnard's Star Antares Aldebaran Altair Wolf 359 Betelgeuse Sun Sun Sun

To The End

All those dirty words (Jusqu'à la fin) They make us look so dumb (En plein soleil) We've been drinking far too much (Jusqu'à la fin) And neither of us mean what we say (En plein amour) Well you and I Collapsed in love And it looks like we might have made it Yes, it looks like we've made it to the end What happened to us? Soon it will be gone forever Infatuated only with ourselves And neither of us can think straight anymore Well you and I Collapsed in love And it looks like we might have made it Yes, it looks like we've made it to the end

London Loves

N Malady has taken him over Caughin tar in his Japanese motors The lights are magic And he feels lucky and he got money Shoot’s like an arrow London loves The mystery of a speeding car London loves The misery of a speeding heart It’s love you like And everyone’s at it And words are cheap When the mind is elastic He loves the violence Keeps ticking over So sleep together Before today is sold forever London loves The way people just fall apart London loves The way you just don’t stand a chance London loves The misery of a speeding heart

Trouble In The Message Center

I am the message centre Local and direct Room to room An operator (No calls today, dear They'll just have to wait, dear) I call And I collect (So just strike him softly Away from the body) You're made up too shiny today (In so much trouble) Your thoughts are just Pissing away (In so much trouble) I am a manager And I am in control As the local delegator (No calls today, dear They'll just have to wait, dear) I offer no guarantee at all (So don't take it lightly You passed your sell-by date) You're made up too shiny today (In so much trouble) Your thoughts are just Pissing away (In so much trouble) A new typeface A new day In so much trouble You can't remember ten minutes ago In so much trouble Too much trouble

Clover Over Dover

I'm on the white cliffs of Dover Thinking it over and over But if I jump it's all over A cautionary tale for you I'd like to roll in the clover With you over and over On the white cliffs of Dover And then I let you push me over If that is the fact Then in actual fact I'm not where it's at And it's over And now the bluebirds are over (I'm floating away) Over the white cliffs of Dover (Spent twenty years upon the sea) And when you push me over (And when I come back) Don't bury me, I'm not worth anything (I found that you took care to me) If that is the fact Then in actual fact I'm not where it's at And it's ove