Girls And Boys

Street's like a jungle so call the police

Followingte herd,down to Greece

On holiday,love in the 90s

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 somaone you really love

Avoiding all work cos

There's none available

Like battery thinkers

Count your thoughts on 1,2,3,4

Nothing is wasted,only reproduced

Get nasty blisters

Du bist sehr schon

But we haven't been introduced

Tracy Jacks

(Tracy Jacks)works in civil service

(Tracy Jacks)it's steady employment

(...etc.)it's a golfing fanatic

but his put is erratic

saw a Harley Street doctor

who prescribed healthy living

but he's geting past forty

and all the scams 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

(T.J)left home without warning

(T.J)at 5 in the morning

Got on the first train to Walton

And stood on the seafront

Threw his clothes in the water

And ran around naked

Got stopped by the police

And escorted back home

And then it happened on a Tuesday morning

Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house

He lived in saying it's just so 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 effervescenee

She needs a little sparkle

Good morning tv

You're looking so healthy

And we all say

Dont 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 morning gets dirty

As we get closer to 30

He gives her a cuddle

They're glowing in a huddle

Good night tv

You're all made up

And ou know that

Can you eat her,yes you can!

Parklife

Confidence is a preference

Of the habitual voyeur

Of what is known as parklife

And morning soup can be avoided

If you take a route straight through

Of what is known as parklife

John's got brewers 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

Parklife mate get some exercise

All the people

So many people

They all go hand in hand

Hand in hand through their parklife

Know whattamean??

I get up when I want

Except on Wednesdays

When I get rudely awakened

By the dustmen

I put me trousers on'ave 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 heppy for the rest of the day

Safe in the knowledge

There will always be a bit of my heart

Devoted to it

It's got nothing to do with your

vorsprung durch technic you know

And it's not about you joggers

Who go round and round and round

Bank Holiday

Grama's got new dentures

To cat the crust on pizza

Been taken out by her daughter

Because she tought she ought'a

The kids are eating snickers

Cos they're so delicious

Then there's sticky fingers

And mother looses her knickers

Bank Holiday come 6 times a year

Days of enjoymenet to whih everyone cheers!

Bank Holiday comes 6 times a year

Then it's back to work a.g.a.i.n.

Bar-b-que is cooking

Sausages an chicken

The patrio is buzzing

They neighboors 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

Bank holiday!

Badhead

So far I've not really stayed in touch

Well you knew as much is no suprise

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

Cos it's not worth the trouble of an argument

And you have not really stayed in touch

Well I knew as much is no suprise

That today I get up for round two

With nothing to do exceptget a touh 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 badhead in the morning

Far Out

I spy in the night sky, dont I?

Phoebe io e lara leda callisto simope

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

betelguese sun sun sun

To The End

All these 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,looks like we've made it

To the end...

What heppened to us

Soon it will be gone forever

Infatuated only with ourselves

And neither of us can think

Straight anymore.

London Loves

A malady as 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 which

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 dont stand a chance

London loves

he mystery of a speeding car

Trouble On The Message Centre

I am the message centre

Local and direct

Room to room an operation

No calls today they'll just have

To wait dear

Icall 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

I am a manager

And I'm in control

As the local deligator

No calls today dear

Tey'll just hae to wait dear

I offer no guarantee at all

So dont take it lightly

You'll put yourself under

A new type face and new day

You cant remember 10 mins ago

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 te white cliffs of Dover

And then I'd let you push me over

If that is the fact then in actual fact

I'ts not where it's at and it's over

Yes,it is

And now the bluebirds are over

Over ther white cliffs of Dover

So when you push me over

Dont 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

Andeveryone's very friendly

Plan B arrived on a holiday

Toook a cab to the shopping malls

bouht nd are untill 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 the magic people

Bill Barett sent his postcard home

To anyone he's ever known

59 centes buys you a good square meal

From the people who care how you feel

Jubilee

Jubilee slouches in the settree

He loosing 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 yea

He no raver just anti social

He no going to cut his hair

He dresses uncorrectly

No one told him 17 he no mean enough

He dresses uncorrectly

No one told him 17 not keen on being like

Anyone else

Jubilee's dad Billy Banker

He thinks his son is a slob

Should get out more stop scabbing

He really should go get a job

This Is A Low

And into the sea goes pretty England and me

Round the bay of Biscey 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 wont hurt you

When you're 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

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