PARKLIFE LYRICS





Girls And Boys
Tracy Jacks
End Of The Century
Parklife
Bank Holiday
Badhead
Far Out
To The End
London Loves
Trouble On The Message Centre
Clover Over Dover
Magic America
Jubilee
This Is A Low

Girls And 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 
Because there's none available 
Like battery thinkers 
Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers 
Nothing is wasted 
Only reproduced 
Get nasty blisters 
Du bist sehr schon 
But we haven't been introduced 
back to the top


Tracy Jacks

(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service 
(Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment 
(Tracy Jacks) it's a golfing fanatic 
(Tracy Jacks) but his put is erratic 
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor 
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living 
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty 
(Tracy Jacks) and all the seams are splitting 

EVERYDAY 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 
(Tracy Jacks) at five in the morning 
(Tracy Jacks) got on the first train to Walton 
(Tracy Jacks) and stood on the seafront 
(Tracy Jacks) threw his clothes in the water 
(Tracy Jacks) and ran around naked 
(Tracy Jacks) got stopped by the police 
(Tracy Jacks) and escorted back home 

EVERYDAY 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 

EVERYDAY HE GOT CLOSER 
HE KNEW IN HIS HEART HE WAS OVER 
I'D LOVE TO STAY HERE AND BE NORMAL 
BUT IT WAS ALWAYS OVERRATED 


End Of A Century

She said there's ants in the carpet 
Dirty like 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 
JUST TO FEEL THE SAME 
AND KISS WITH DRY LIPS 
WHEN WE SAY GOODNIGHT 
END OF A CENTURY 
OH 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 Good night TV 
You're all made up 
And you're looking like 

Can you eat her yes you can 

Parklife

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur 
Of what is known as (parklife) 
And morning soup can be avoided if you take 
A route straight through what is known as (parklife) 
John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated by the 
Dirty pigeons they love a bit of it (parklife) 
Who's that gut lord marching? you should cut down on your porklife mate- get some exercise 

ALL THE PEOPLE 
SO MANY PEOPLE 
THEY ALL GO HAND IN HAND 
HAND IN HAND THROUGH THEIR PARKLIFE 

Know what I mean 
I get up when I want except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen(parklife) 
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving me house (parklife) 
I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too it gives me a sense of enormous well being (parklife) 
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 (parklife) 

It's got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know 
And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round 
Parklife (parklife) 

Bank Holiday

Grandma needs new dentures 
To eat the crust on pizza 
Been taken out by her daughter 
Because she thought she ought'a 
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 ITS BACK TO WORK A.G.A.I.N. 

Bar-b-que is cooking 
Sausages and chicken 
The patio is buzzing 
The neighbours they are looking 
John is down the fun pub 
Drinking lots of lager 
Girls and boys are on the game 
All the high streets look the same 

Badhead

So far I've not really stayed in touch 
Well you knew as much it's no surprise that today 
I'll get up around too from a lack of anything to do 

AND I MIGHT AS WELL JUST GRIN AND BEAR IT 
BECAUSE IT'S NOT WORTH THE TROUBLE OF AN ARGUMENT 

And you have 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 GRIN AND BEAR IT 
BECAUSE IT'S NOT WORTH THE TROUBLE OF AN ARGUMENT 
AND IN ANY CASE I'D RATHER WEAR IT 
IT'S LIKE A BADHEAD IN THE MORNING 

And I know 

AND I MIGHT AS WELL GRIN AND BEAR IT 
BECAUSE IT'S NOT WORTH THE TROUBLE OF AN ARGUMENT 
AND IN ANY CASE I'D RATHER WEAR IT 
IT'S LIKE A BADHEAD IN THE MORNING 

Far Out

I spy in the night sky don't I 
phoebe io e lara 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 fade) 


To The End

All those dirty words 
They make us look so dumb 
Been drinking far too much 
And neither of us mean what we say 

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 back to the top



London Loves

A malady has taken him over 
Coughing tar in his japanese motor 
The lights are magic 
And he feels lucky 
And he's got money 
Shoots like an arrow - oh 

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 MYSTERY OF A SPEEDING CAR 

LONDON LOVES 
THE MYSTERY OF A SPEEDING CAR 
LONDON LOVES 
THE MISERY OF A SPEEDING HEART 

LONDON LOVES 
THE MYSTERY 

LONDON LOVES 
THE WAY PEOPLE JUST FALL APART 
LONDON LOVES 
THE WAY WE JUST DON'T STAND A CHANCE 
LONDON LOVES 
A SPEEDING HEART 

Trouble On The Message Centre

I am the message centre 
Local and direct 
Room to room an operator 
No calls today 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) 
THOUGHTS ARE JUST PISSING AWAY (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 

I am a manager 
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'll put yourself under 

YOU'RE MADE UP TOO SHINY TODAY (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 
THOUGHTS ARE JUST PISSING AWAY (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 
A NEW TYPE FACE AND NEW DAY (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 
YOU CAN'T REMEMBER TEN MINUTES AGO (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 
IT'S TOO MUCH TROUBLE 

YOU'RE MADE UP TOO SHINY TODAY (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 
THOUGHTS ARE JUST PISSING AWAY (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 
A NEW TYPE FACE AND NEW DAY (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 
YOU CAN'T REMEMBER TEN MINUTES AGO (IN SO MUCH TROUBLE) 
IT'S TOO MUCH TROUBLE 

Clover Over Dover

I'm on the white cliffs of Dover 
Thinking it over and over 
But if I jump its 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'd let you push me over 

AND IF THAT IS THE FACT THEN IN ACTUAL FACT 
IT'S NOT WHERE IT'S AT 
AND IT'S OVER 
AND IF THAT IS THE FACT THEN IN ACTUAL FACT 
I'M NOT WHERE IT'S AT 
AND IT'S OVER 
YES IT IS 

And now the bluebirds are over 
Over the white cliffs of dover 
So when you push me over 
Don't bury me I'm not worth anything 

Magic America

Bill Barret has a simple dream 
He calls it his plan B 
Buildings in the sky and the air is sugar free 
And everyone is very friendly 
Plan B arrived on a holiday 
Took a cab to the shopping malls 
Bought and ate until he could do neither anymore 
Then found love on channel 44 

LA LA LA LA LA HE WANTS TO GO TO MAGIC AMERICA 
LA LA LA LA LA HE'D LIKE TO LIVE IN MAGIC AMERICA 
WITH ALL THESE MAGIC PEOPLE 

Bill Barrett sent his postcards home 
To everyone he'd ever known they read 
Fifty nine cents gets you a good square meal 
From the people who care how you feel 

Jubilee

Jubilee slouches in the city 
He losing all will to move 
He gone divy too much telly 
He watching 24 hours of rubbish 
He got butane he got plastic bags 
His eyes are going square oh yeah 
He no raver just anti social 
He no going to cut his hair 

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, 
HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH 
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, 
NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKE ANYONE ELSE 

Jubilee's dad Billy Banker 
He thinks his son is a slob 
He should get out more stop scabbing 
He really should go and get a job 

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN 
HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH 
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM WHERE TO GO 
BUT HE JUST DON'T GET OUT ENOUGH 

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM TALK TO GIRLS 
BUT HE'S JUST TOO SPOTTY 
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN 
HE NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKED BY ANYONE ELSE 
SO HE JUST PLAYS ON HIS COMPUTER GAME 

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN 
HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH 
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM WHERE TO GO 
BUT HE JUST DON'T GET OUT ENOUGH 

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM TALK TO GIRLS 
BUT HE'S JUST TOO SPORTY 
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY 
NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN 
HE NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKED 
ANYONE HE'S NOT BEING LIKE 
ANYONE JUBILEE'S NOT LIKE 
ANYONE ELSE 

This Is A Low

And into the sea goes pretty England and damn me 
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea 
Hit traffic on the dogger bank 
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank 
Sail on by with the tide and go to sleep 
And the radio says 

THIS IS A LOW 
BUT IT WON'T HURT YOU 
WHEN YOU ARE ALONE IT WILL BE THERE WITH YOU 
FINDING WAYS TO STAY SOLO 

On the Tyne forth and Cramity 
There's a low in the high forties 
And Saturday's locked away on the pier 
Not fast enough dear 
And on the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and red 
And the Queen, she's gone round the bend 
Jumped off Land's End

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