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I went to see a play last night
It wasn't very long they said
They said I'd be home after nine
At ten I'd be home safe in bed
At home (at home)
I'd be so safe at home.
I climbed the stairs, and I turned the key,
And I wasn't really paying attention,
And, oh, what surprise did I have in store,
When I pushed in the door
The door (the door)
When I pushed in the door.
There's my mate, he's wearing every hat that's in my drawer
Get that off your head, I say, I won't take this no more (no more)
Hats (My Hats)
He's Wearing All my Hats
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You know what the Rooster means...
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I often sit alone down in my garden,
Thinking about every little pretty toy and trinket that I know (Oh)
There are often much too many to remember,
So I recline my posture, take my pen, and jot them in my little book (Oh)
And leaf by leaf, I fill the little margins with severity
And day by day I deliver all my preference to posterity
Each and every page, it goes like this:
I like cakes and I like trains
I like puddings and souffles
I like Sunday football games on TV
I like bowling in the park,
Gin and ices after dark,
Bowler hats and cricket caps and bearskins.
You musn't think of me as very shallow,
For I often sit up late at night and contemplate my portrait of the queen
And in the morning hours, I am not resting
I'm much too busy testing and protesting all the creases in my sheets (Oh)
And my book is a way for me to believe
That a nook is a home for you and for me
For the things it shows are worth every ledger I know...
...so then each and every page, it goes like this:
I like cricket, I like tea
Some commercials bother me, but
Croquet is the game for me on Mondays.
I like church and fine museums,
green berets, oh, when I see 'em
Pill box hats and coonskin caps and kufi's
Toques and turbans, helmets fair
Bicorne felt-tops everywhere
Ascot caps and Ushankas and Mitres
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And then they came a little closer,
Reflecting faces in the glass
And confiscating so demonstrably
My hats...
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Reliable Parts (good morning)
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GIve me more, give me more
Give me more more more! (music)
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Hat off your head, you silly man
Have you no respect for a common man?
Have you no idea what this could bring to me?
Out on the street, there's a paper man
With a camera lens 'hind a garbage can
If he sees you here, he'll pay no heed to me!
I don't mean to be rude, but you're not what they want to see (no no)
And when I close my eyes at night, I know the future's bright for me (just me)
Hat off your head, you silly man
Have you no respect for a common man
Have you no idea what this could bring to me?
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Ocean Blue
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'Twas in my youth, I was a country boy hailing from Derbyshire
Lost in a summertime,
ah, when the world was mine!
Then on a whim, I left it nimbly and took to the ocean blue
Thinking it happier,
alongside a crew!
The shipmates got scurvy,
The waves topsy-turvy,
Oh, just to see land again!
But that was so long,
I sit with my pension now, cursing the ocean blue
I give it all here, my warning to you!
Now I'm painting fences,
Scrounging me pences,
And lost in that feeling again...
Oh, ocean blue, ocean who took my youth
Oh, what'chu gonna do?
Oh, ocean blue, what are you going to do?
Oh, to the sailors, to the crew?
Oh, ocean whale, what a tail, what a tale!
But I'm just a miser,
And you're none the wiser,
For you're all to be
Lost in the sea!
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We're the house of a million (house of a million)
House of a million parts!
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I was a lad in an English manor,
Sweeping chimneys, hammering hammers
I learned a lot from my old school master,
Some addition, some subtraction
But I had half a crown to my name, and I was a growin' boy
Went to a factory east of York, and there I began my work
Yes, there I began my work.
After a while I noticed something,
hands were shaking, chest was thumping
Next thing I knew, I awoke in Bedlam
Tried escaping through the transom...
But that was very many years ago,
And I am a dyin' man
Hatless now for a century,
But I'm doing the best I can...
So have you got another hat for me?
Cause my collection was once seventy
And every milliner in the world agrees
That you can't live in these brutalities
So have you got another hat for me?
I got my first when I was seventeen years old
And I wish that I had grown
With the hats I had not thrown (into the trash)
Have you got another hat for me?
I'd turn the pages of a magazine,
Or search the chairs up in the mezzanine,
Or poke my head into a guillotine
Cause if you had another hat for me
I'd welcome you into my family,
Read you the paper over toast and tea,
We'd scrimp and cherish every memory...
So have you got another hat for me?
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After a while, I look back on our memories
Every old feather and cap that we wore
And it's a pity, I guess, that I held it against you,
I'd let any friend of mine look through my drawers
Yes, any old friend can come look through my drawers.
And you aren't any stranger for wearing a bowler,
And you aren't out of bedlam for shining a shoe,
And you can come by my neighbourhood any old Thursday,
For all of the neighbours are wearing hats too.
Yes, all of the neighbours are wearing hats too.
All of the members of parliament,
All of the ladies of Kensington,
All of the lads in the military,
Every old man between pulpit and pew
Is wearing one too.
All of the statues in Birmingham,
All of the horses in Yorkshire,
All of the schoolboys in Liverpool,
Even you, friend, in your crotchety shirt
Have a way to wear hats that nobody has seen before,
That nobody has seen before.
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Baby, don't you know we specialize
Baby, don't you know we specialize
In Parts!
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