This was recorded during one of my lost weekends, where I have diarised that I was mainly on cocktails of Buckfast tonic wine and beef casserole. Shout out to the lord for letting me have a diary for a while, as I cannot re-call a whiff of what was going on. All I know is my delicious backing vocals have been known to woo even the most uptight of Nun's into the bedroom, where they have been only too pleased to perform a slow undressing of their tunic. Phwoar!

Well, well, well... it was reasonably clear that 'Mr. Greensocks' was not well when we 'wrote' the lyrics for this one - however, I am delighted that he sobered up eventually and went on to brighter things as the sequel to this song demonstrates (though according to the compiler of the best of album, the sequel song was not worthy of inclusion on this tracklisting).

Rico and I regularly met for a light lunch in the early days of the 'Brain, when our bromance was blossoming - on numerous occasions we would sit on a bench directly opposite the dishevelled, alco-hellic green socks wearing titular character.

Mr. Greensocks was prone to regular colourful outbursts, particularly towards the local wildlife. He never objected to us enjoying his company from a safe distance. On one particular occasion we sat on 'our' bench and documented Mr. Greensocks outbursts into a freshly purchased notepad - these outbursts formed the entire lyric of the song, no create license used here.

I like to think that Mr. Greensocks heard this 'Parklife on crack' number blaring from a passing boom-box and it gave him the necessary motivation to inspire us to write a sober sequel. We both look forward to the day when the Queen declares 'Arise, Sir Mr. Greensocks!'!