Originally Released: April 1994

Released Singles:

Girls&Boys
To The End
Parklife
This Is A Low
End Of A Century
 

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
 
(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 schön
But we haven't been introduced
 
(chorus)

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
 
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!

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
 
(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)

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
 
(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)

Bank Holiday

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

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 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)

Far Out

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)

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
 
(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)

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
 
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

Trouble In 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
 
La la la la la
La la la la
(to fade)

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
 
(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)

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
 
(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)

Jubilee

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

This Is A Low

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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