Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thrifty Beatnik , by - Dan Bull. Release date: 06.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thrifty Beatnik |
| Hello, everybody |
| Today, we’re going to be talking all about clothes |
| They say clothes maketh the man |
| And I’m rough around the edges, so I get them second hand |
| I’m a Dapper Dan, mon capitan |
| But I can hardly afford food, it might as well be Ramadan |
| Not an Islamic man, but I believe in charity |
| And that’s the reason I need my meagre salary to feed me calories |
| I could eat a bag of sweets |
| Until my teeth have cavities and I’m in bleeding agony (aah!) |
| The reason for this allegory; |
| cuisine-themed analogy |
| Is so you can see there’s really not much cash left for vanity |
| My malady’s a lack of Pounds and Ps |
| As an impoverished musician, food isn’t guaranteed, apparently |
| So my apparel needs value |
| Unlike the brands' TV ads try and sell you |
| I don’t wanna be a walking billboard |
| That’s not what the reason that I walk this world’s for |
| I’d go out tonight |
| But I simply can’t decide what to wear |
| Yes, I’d go out tonight |
| But I simply can’t decide what to wear |
| I’ve just got too many nice clothes… |
| Stuff from Oxfam? |
| I’ve got lots, fam |
| Enough to fill up a rather large box |
| Pantaloons to top hats and shoes to socks |
| Dan’s the dude to rock that used luminous jockstrap (eugh!) |
| Perusing the hotpants and choosing them off racks |
| I don’t mean to be rude, but God damn, I’m hot, man (woo!) |
| I’ve got a bit of a tummy, so this is fitting funny |
| But I don’t give a shit 'cause of how sick I’m spitting, dunny (brah) |
| See me, I’m a thrifty beatnik |
| I got this whole outfit for fifty three quid (hahah) |
| So if you need kit for a minimal fee |
| It’s as simple as one (click), two (click), three (click) |
| Fork out a little bit of moolah for new garms (di-ding) |
| If anybody says it’s not enough, they’re chatting rhubard (ah) |
| Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-a-Dee-Ay |
| You want a dead fellow’s wardrobe? |
| Bid on eBay |
| I’d go out tonight |
| But I simply can’t decide what to wear |
| Yes, I’d go out tonight |
| But I simply can’t decide what to wear |
| I’m low on cheddar and so I’m going second hand |
| 'Til I compose a better plan for dressing, man (ah) |
| Wearing a garish tracksuit (yeah) with a pair of jackboots |
| Family staring, thinking «Dan, where… is that you?» |
| (what?) |
| I put myself on eBay, but the winner didn’t pay me though |
| I’m nearly at the stage that I’ll be broke and made to sew |
| I’d make my own clothes, but I’m a lazybones, given my own way |
| I’d stay in my baby grow until I weigh like eighty stone (wehehegh) |
| So whether you like eighties clothes or ladies' coats |
| Get them second hand, they’re fresher than the Daily Show |
| So get your daily dose of an amazing change of clothes |
| You’ll be smooth and razor sharp like using shaving foam |
| I say stay away from those mainstream label trading posts |
| Once I saw a tie twice the price of a stately home |
| If you aren’t on the gravy train, so can’t pour the gravy boat |
| All over the pastry dough, you know the place to go |
| I’d go out tonight |
| But I simply can’t decide what to wear |
| Yes, I’d go out tonight |
| But I simply can’t decide what to wear |