Lyrics:
I saw you Trilby
Talking to him last night
You batted your eyes as you
Told your lies, despite
The way you melted in my arms
So, so late the other
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby
Trinidad Trilby
I got my Trinidad Trilby on my head
Watch a black and white movie when I go to bed
Don't sleep at night - I got no appetite
The man with the red trilby hat
1. That day he walked into the place
No one looked twice at his face - at first
They took him for a passerby
Whose
things
Sold by the man with the trilby hat
And the whiskers spread like wings
You can hear him sing
Oh you can hear him sing
Can I put you on, people
I was trained in Arizona
In a secret desert camp
Where we did night manoeuvres
Without a lighted lamp
I've got an old worn Trilby hat
That
you take my cap and fedora
Cos you know that I really adore ya
I'd even give you most of my time
But baby, the trilby is mine
Well I don't mind if you
scenesters,
Slumming it from their house in Hampshire.
If I wanted trilby's I'd watch Emmerdale,
I want rock & roll, not a mid 50's male.
Don't look
Works the doors
Gets paid to drive
Only girls work nine to five
Oh yeah
In DM boots and trilby hat
He stole my pint and I said that
You've fucking robbed
make your head
As small as your cock!"
Now my head is so small
I can barely thunk at all
It's all red 'n' raw
Ain't no trilby's fit no more
Got a little
Your mother loves her brother
But her brother loves his lover
And his lover is my cover
My one and only other - my angel
My angel Trilby
Who
Look at all the people
Why they all look the same
They're walking to the factory
In their cloth caps and trilbies
They've got no style
Ain't it
With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars are in the toilet
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars are in the toilet
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
a hip hi-fi
A white cool cat with a trilby hat
Maybe leather and studs is where you're at
Make the most of every day
Don't let hard times stand in your
guy with a hip hi-fi
A white cool cat with a trilby hat
Maybe leather and studs is where you're at
Make the most of every day
Don't let hard times
guy with a hip hi-fi
A white cool cat with a trilby hat
Maybe leather and studs is where you're at
Make the most of every day
Don't let hard times
Or a club man
Maybe a jet black guy with a hip hi-fi
A white cool cat with a trilby hat
Maybe leather and studs is where you're at
Make the most of every
a pub man
Or a club man
Maybe a jet black guy with a hip hi-fi
A white cool cat with a trilby hat
Maybe leather and studs is where you're at
Make
you're a pub man, or a club man
Maybe a jet black guy, with a hip hi-fi
A white cool cat, with a trilby hat
Maybe leather and studs, is where you're
trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me
In old covert coats and trilby hats
The owners swan around the place
The tic tac man throws out his arms
His thin moustache stretched on his face
and a sharp dark trilby hat
He's got a chick that's slick, and I like her looks
And I like the way her lipstick, it matches the carnation on his tux
I love
there was and ever will be
And I’m still me
Rich nigga I don’t wear no trilby
You could roll with a diamond tip and still you still couldn’t drill me
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