Park Life

Parklife
Written By Blur: Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon.

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 him
(Parklife)
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 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

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Parklife
(Parklife)
Parklife
(Parklife)

It’s got nothing to do with
Vorsprung durch technique you know
(Parklife)
And it’s not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round
(Parklife)

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

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One Reply to “Park Life”

  1. A wouldn’t it be nice to get on with me neighbours
    But they make it very clear
    They’ve got no room for ravers
    They stop me from groovin’, they bang on me wall
    They doing me crust in, it’s no good at all – ah

    Lazy Sunday afternoon
    I’ve got no mind to worry
    I close my eyes and drift away-a

    Here we all are sittin’ in a rainbow
    Gor blimey hello Mrs. Jones
    How’s old Bert’s lumbago? He mustn’t grumble
    Tweedle dee bite
    I’ll sing you a song with no words and no tune
    Tweedle dee bite
    To sing in your party while you souse at the moon – oh yeah

    Lazy Sunday afternoon-a – tweedle dee bite – tweedle dee bite – tweedle dee bite
    I’ve got no mind to worry – yeah – I’ve got no mind to worry
    Close my eyes and drift away-a

    Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de doy di
    A-root-de doot de dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo dee – doo doo ….
    There’s no one to hear me, there’s nothing to say
    And no one can stop me from feeling this way – yeah

    Lazy Sunday afternoon
    I’ve got no mind to worry
    Close my eyes and drift away

    Lazy Sunday afternoon
    I’ve got no mind to worry
    Close my eyes and drift a-
    Close my mind and drift away
    Close my eyes and drift away

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