Thrifty Beatnik - Dan Bull

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