The eleventh track on Parklife is a song about getting so intoxicated and wild that you’re barely in control of your own actions, inspired directly by the UK rave boom of the ‘90s. Damon Albarn originally wrote the lyrics to this song on the back of a receipt for a hotel stay, hence the various rela...
[Verse 1]
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)
[Chorus]
You're made up too shiny today (In so much trouble)
Your thoughts are just pissing away (In so much trouble)
So much trouble
[Verse 2]
I am a manager
And 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)
[Chorus]
You're made up too shiny today (In so much trouble)
Your thoughts are just pissing away (In so much trouble)
A new typeface, a new day (In so much trouble)
You can't remember ten minutes ago (In so much trouble)
Too much trouble
[Instrumental break]
[Bridge]
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la
(You'll put yourself under)
[Chorus]
You're made up too shiny today (In so much trouble)
Your thoughts are just pissing away (In so much trouble)
A new typeface, a new day (In so much trouble)
You can't remember ten minutes ago (In so much trouble)
Just too much trouble
[Bridge]
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la
La, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la