The Sir Tommy Shovel Song Lyrics
The Sir Tommy Shovel by Robyn Hitchcock I wish there was a pub call the Sir Tommy Shovel
It would be lovely, lovely it would be
We'd go for a pint
And a cauliflower cheese
Find somebody who agrees
With everything you say
Every
Single
Day
I wish there was a pub call the Sir Tommy Shovel
Tommy Shovel, Tommy Shovel
He'd never grovel, noble man is he
And there we would be
With Sir Tommy's portrait
Ohhh
Dimly painted on a varnished board
That hangs above the door
Just above the outsize trout on the saloon bar wall
And I will drink responsibly
Responsibly
And hold you like an angel in the dark, abandoned silo of my soul
And hold you like an angel in the dark, abandoned silo of my soul
Let's meet in the pub called the Sir Tommy Shovel
Tommy Shovel, Tommy Shovel
Won't be no hovel
It will be lovely
And we'll have a groove and a vegan casserole
High above a gaping hole
Inside my memory
Of all you mean to me
I come by night and i go by stealth so
Let us drink to Tommy's health
So I drink responsibly
So I drink responsibly
And hold you like an angel in the dark, abandoned silo of my soul
And hold you like an angel in the dark, abandoned silo of my soul
And hold you like a angel in the dark, abandoned silo of my soul
And hold you like an angel in the dark, abandoned silo of my soul
I will not be drinking in the racist loser
Loser
It's not my kind of boozer