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
Instrumental
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