Standard (EADGBE)

  /F)

Streets 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

GIRLS WHO ARE BOYS

WHO LOVE BOYS LIKE THEY'RE GIRLS

WHO DO GIRLS LIKE THEY'RE BOYS

ALWAYS SHOULD BE SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE

Avoiding all work

Cos there's none available

Like battery thinkers

Count their thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers

Nothing is wasted

Only reproduced

You get nasty blisters

Du bist sehr schon

But we haven't been introduced

TRACY JACKS

 (Tracy Jacks) works in civil service

 (Tracy Jacks) its steady employment

 (Tracy Jacks) is 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) 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

 Saying I'd love to stay here and be normal

 But its 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) stood on the sea front laughing

 (Tracy Jacks) ran up and down naked

 (Tracy Jacks) got stopped by the police

 (Tracy Jacks) driven back to London

 And then it happened on a Tuesday morning

 Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house he lived in

 Saying its just so overrated

END OF THE CENTURY

 Ants in the carpet

 Dirty little 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

 We all say

 Don't want to be alone

 We wear the same clothes

 'Cos we feel the same

 We kiss with dry lips

 When we say goodnight

 End of the century......its nothing special

 Sex on the TV

 Everybody's at it

 And the mind gets dirty

 When you get clo ser to thirty

 Gives her a cuddle

 They're glowing in a huddle

 Good night TV

 You're all made up

And you're looking like me

Chorus

 Can you eat her yes you can

Chorus

PARKLIFE The E etc. in this =12th fret (brush up on those barre chords!!)

 Confidence is the preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as

 (Parklife)

 And morning setup can be avoided if you take a route straight through

 what is known as (Parklife)

 John's got brewer's 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 throught their parklife

(Verse 2: Same chords as verse 1)

I get up when I want, except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awaken 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 feeling of

enormous well being

And then I'm happy of rht rest of the day safe in the knowledge there will

always be a bit of my heart devoted to it

Chorus

It's got nothing to do with your Vorsprung Durch Technic you know

And it's got nothing to do with you joggers who go round and round and round

Chorus

 So far we've not really stayed in touch

 Well I knew as much, it's no surprise that today

 I'll get up round two, with nothing to do

 Except get a touch of flu

Chorus

 And I might as well just grin and bear it

 'Cos its not worth the trouble of an argument

 And in any case I'd rather wear it

 Your like a bad head in the morning

And I know......

Mid 8:

(

)

Chorus

BANK HOLIDAY

 Grandma has new dentures

 To eat the crust of 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 loses her knickers

Chorus

 Bank holiday comes six times a year

 Days of enjoyment to which everybody cheers

 Bank holiday comes with 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

 And all the high streets look the same

Chorus

THE DEBT COLLECTOR

(

  )A

Repeat most of it again.

FAR OUT

 I spy in the night sky don't I

 Phobe 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 THE END

 All those dirty words

 They make us look so dumb

 Been drinking far too much

 And neither of us mean what we say

 You and I

 Collapsed in love

 And it looks like we might have made it,

 yes it looks like we 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 x2

LONDON LOVES

 A malady has taken him over

 Coughing tar in his Japanese motor

 The lights are magic

 And he's got money

 So he'll be lucky

 He'll shoot like an arrow

 London loves

 The mystery of a speeding car

 London loves

 The misery of a speeding heart

(

  and

  again)

It's Love-U-Like and everyone's at it

But words are cheap and his 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 misery of a speeding heart

(The rest of the song is just improvisation on this theme)

TROUBLE IN THE MESSAGE CENTRE

 I am the message centre

 Local and direct

 Room to room an operator (no calls today dear, 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 "

 A new type face a new day "

 You can't remember ten minutes ago.

 It's too much trouble

Middle 8 up half

  tone, so that's (

  x4) (then

)

Chorus

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

(Verse 2: Same chords)

I love 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

 And if that is the fact then in actual fact it's not where it's at and it's over

(Repeat)

Verse 3

(Same chords)

And now the bluebirds are over

The white cliffs of Dover

So when you push me over

Don't bury me I'm not worth anything

MAGIC AMERICA

 Bill Barret has a simple dream

 He calls it his plan B

 Where the buildings and the sky and the air is sugar free

 And everyone is very friendly

 Plan B arrived on holiday

 Took a cab to the shopping malls

 Bought and ate until he could do neither anymore

 Then found love on channel forty-four

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 Barret 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

Mid 8:

x3

Then

 Jubilee slouches in the settee

 He's losing all the will to move

 He's gone divvy, too much telly

 He's watching twenty four hours of rubbish

 He's got butane, he's got plastic bags

 And his eyes are going square (oh yeah)

 He's no raver just anti social

 He's not going to cut his hair

Chorus

 He dresses incorrectly....no one told him how to do it

 He dresses incorrectly....seventeen he not mean enough

 He dresses incorrectly....talk to the girls but he's just too spotty

 He dresses incorrectly....not keen on being like anyone else

(Verse 2: Same chords as Verse 1)

Jubilee's dad, Billy Banker

Thinks his son is aslob

Should get out more stop scabbing

He should go out and get a job

No, he just plays on his computer games (reprise)

THIS IS A LOW

 And into the sea go pretty England and me

 Around the Bay of Biscay and home for tea

 Hit traffic on the Dogger Bank

 Up the Thames to find a taxi rank

 Sail on by with the tide and fall asleep

And the radio says

 This is a low

 But it won't hurt you

 When you're alone it will be there with you

Finding ways to stay solo

 On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty

 There is a low in the high Forties

 And Saturdays locked away on the pier

 Not fast enough dear

 On the Malin Head, Blackpool looks black and red

 And the Queen she's gone round the bend

 Jumped off Land's End