Lyrics:
to my surprise
Monsters in disguise, wearing bowler hats and old school ties
Today you went out to inspect your servants
I saw you wave and rave from my
one can hear you
All they can do is to stare
Your bowler hats are turning green
Your city suit's are coloured cream
You, you changed my life
You made
wasn't a fake
Hey Hey Hey
He's always flipping and falling down
He had a bowler hat for a crown
Shoes too big and a suit too small
The Tramp made laughter
Sombrero, beret, beanie, pork pie, Stetson, derby, baseball cap
Cowboy, sailor, stovepipe, bowler, fedora, Panama, helmet, chef's hat Jester hat, coonskin,
Sliding down the hallway
In a brand new shiny bowler hat
Sometimes I feel like falling in love
Just for a fleeting second (but)
I don’t really want
in?
Let me see the way that it's always been
You say "Keep moving forward"
But I get hit in the face again
I've grown old and bitter
This bowler hat
can hear you
All they can do is to stare
Your bowler hats are turning green
Your city suits are coloured cream
You, you who changed my life
You made it
Bowler Hat!
By Toothpaste tube!
By Burmese Cat!
By Baby Newts!
By Autumn Leaves!
By George! By Jove! By Jeeves!
Behold how Jeeves, with sleight
fiddle and that bowler hat
Coleman's mama said let the boy stay
He's raised up solid and he can find his own way
But as for me honey I'm with you
coming on summer's coming on
Won't you leave behind your city shoes
And lose your bowler hat
Forget about your winter woes
And wipe your eyes on the mat
A dandy of a superstar
Who led a sexual revolution
Now when he played guitar he was a rock god, babyface assassin
He wore a black bowler hat and a jacket
Papers in the morning
Bowler hat on head
Walking to the bus stop
He's longing for his bed,
Waiting with his neighbours
In the rush hour queue
In a bowler hat
(Psychological)
What's that spilt
On the kitchen floor?
Who's that knocking
On the cellar door?
It's psychological
Or is it only
comn' to
Young people these days are just as stubborn as mules
You can't make him go he's too old for that
It's that damned old fiddle and that bowler
of vision
Somebody's coming that hates us
Better watch the art
Upstairs there's a canvas stretched
For umbrellas and bowler hats
Everybody knows Rene
the way, all the way.
The one's that's driving's got a bowler hat,
The other's got a fez on his head.
They turn around and grin and I grin back
But not
All the way
The one that's driving has got a Bowler hat
The other's got a Fez on his head
They turn around and grin and I grin back
But not a word was
the bowler hats and make your crossword last
Travel intercity, get nowhere twice as fast
Just like life there's a good beginning but there is no middle
So
uses tricks to build a crowd
His name was wore a black
Suit, black bowler hat
And a string tie with
An umbrella and briefcase
He'd walk down to where
an English council apartment,
We don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants,
More like 24 hour surveillance and dog shit on pavements,
We ain't all posh
Smokescreen, oil patch
Road full of thumb tacks
Stiletto umbrella, steel bowler hat
And spectacles made of bulletproof glass
Armour in the rat race
bowler hats, Could get their ten percent!
Bold of you, you've bitten off a little much to chew
This is true, but it will never be enough for you
Shaking
the cash
A group of Jellyfish is called a 'Smack'
A safety helmet was the purpose
Of the Bowler Hat
You don't feel pain if you're
A naked mole rat
39 is
bitches
Bowler hat with smithens
Yeah that’s wicked, yeah this hat ting different
Seen some baseball bats in boots not cricket
That’s mad white girl on man
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