Text: Lloyd Cole. 4 M. B..

My friend Parker is a painter
A poet and a groove
He came around on Wednesday
And made me think about you

Now he seemed to be a daddy-o
And yes, I am too
This is for you M.B.
You made me so happy

Now Lenny's got trousers
And bobby's got the wig
There's a lot of friendly people
I'm not so sure about this

Now little prince has got the cream
I've got a new drum machine
Hey, you M.B.
You taught us all how to be groovy

All the children now are dancing to the music
And the music never stops
Do they think that they know something
We know not?

We're gonna rock
Just like Marc
We're gonna rock
Just like Marc
We're gonna be groovy

My friend Parker is a painter
A poet and a groove
He came around on Wednesday
And made me think about you

Now he seemed to be a daddy-o
And yes, I am too
This is for you M.B.
When I was a kid you made me happy

All the children now are dancing to the music
And the music never stops
Do they think that they know something
We know not?

We're gonna rock
Just like Marc
We're gonna rock
Just like Marc
We're gonna do it in the park
Woodland rock

We're gonna do it in the park
Just like Marc
We're gonna rock
Just like Marc
We're gonna rock
Just like Marc
We're gonna be groovy daddy-o's

As a child I laughed a lot, didn't you?
Now it seems I cry a lot
Tell me true, don't you?
Are you now? Are you now?