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 him
Who's that gut lord marching?
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some exercise

All the people
So many people
And 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
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 wellbeing
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

It's got nothing to do with your Vorsprung durch Technik, you know?
And it's not about you joggers
Who go round, and round
And round, and round

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