Song Lyrics

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 it
Who's that gut lord marching

You should cut down on your porklife, mate
Get some exercise
All the people
So many people

And they all go
Hand in hand
Hand in hand through their
Parklife

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 well-being
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
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

Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon