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| 1. |
| 4:50 | 
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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 (chorus) 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 sch But we haven't been introduced (chorus) |
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| 2. |
| 4:20 |
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(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 Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks And then it happened on a tuesday morning Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house he lived in Saying it's just so overrated Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks 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 |
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| 3. |
| 2:46 |
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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 (chorus) And we all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes Because we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of the century... it's nothing special Sex on tv Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle They're glowing in a huddle Good night tv You're all made up And you know that (chorus) Can you eat her yes you can (chorus) |
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| 4. |
| 3:05 |
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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 (chorus) 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 the 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) (chorus) Parklife (parklife) Parklife (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) (chorus x 2) |
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| 5. |
| 1:43 |
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Grandma has got 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 looses her knickers (chorus) 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 (chorus) Back to work a.g.a.i.n. (chorus) Bank holiday |
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| 6. |
| 3:26 |
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So far i've not really stayed in touch
Well you knew as much it's no surprise that today I'll get up early 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 for round 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 (repeat) |
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| 7. |
| 2:11 | 
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| 8. |
| 1:41 |
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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 fade) |
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| 9. |
| 4:05 |
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All these dirty words
They make us look so dumb Been drinking far too much And neither of us mean what we say (chorus) 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 (chorus x 2) |
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| 10. |
| 4:15 |
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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 Its love u 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 O-oh o-oh o-oh o-oh 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 |
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| 11. |
| 4:10 |
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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 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 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 It's too much trouble |
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| 12. |
| 3:22 |
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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 (chorus) 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 It's 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 (chorus) |
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| 13. |
| 3:38 |
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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 (chorus) 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 the 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 (chorus x 2) With all the magic people (fade to end) |
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| 14. |
| 2:48 |
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Jubilee slouches in the settee
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 spotty 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 |
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| 15. |
| 5:07 |
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And into the sea goes pretty england and 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 asleep And the radio says (chorus) 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 On the malin head, blackpool looks blue and red And the queen, she's gone round the bend Jumped off land's end (chorus x 3) |
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| 16. |
| 1:18 |
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Fifteen times a week, love
Ha ha ha ha ha! |
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