Belle And Sebastian - Mr. Richard Lyrics
Saw a suit in Daddy’s wardrobe, I took a swipeLapels, size of islands, gangster white line pinstripeLaughed off the street in the name of my rock ‘n’ rollStill a caterwauling groove will start off vacationEighties plastic Soul don’t give palpitationRichie, he no like, he call out the firing squadBa ba ba . . .Richie look for suede, me I look for leatherSartorially we groove, occasional disasterFor tight black canvas no make for a straight legged sixties scenesterThen we hit the street with poise of commandoClothes, guitar, but arsenal missing one thingExotic Glasgow chick, they call her the "Carmen Veranda"Ba ba ba . . .Me and Richie dream to be like Mr. RichardStrung out secure, yes, we make like junkieHooked up on that stuff they call it the rock ‘n’ rollI need to consecrate, I need consecrationClipped and soulful guitar riffing out the nationThe nation in my head the national sixties sensationBa ba ba . . .