Parklife

Lyrics for 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 him Who's that gut lord marching? You should cut down on your pork life mate Get some exercise All the people So many people And 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 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 wellbeing 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 Parklife Parklife It's got nothing to do with your Vorsprung durch Technik, you know? And it's not about you joggers Who go round, and round And round, and round All the people So many people And they all go hand-in-hand Hand-in-hand through their parklife All the people So many people And they all go hand-in-hand Hand-in-hand through their parklife