Night Ride To Trinidad Lyrics by Robyn Hitchcock

Night Ride To Trinidad

Well, the worst trip I ever had
Was a night ride to Trinidad
All the anchors waving in the air
On long black chains of greasy hair
I was riding on a loaf of bread
When I should have been downstairs instead
All the waiters was greasy as hell
And the old one rang on a dismal bell
Come back baby with your iron lung
That makes me feel forever young
Oh, the sun was high and the Earth was small
Just a tiny little muddy ball
And the captain tried to sell his shoes
To a foreign bloke, but he refused
But there was nothing any of us could do
To stop that damn thing swallowing you
When the dawn came up and I paced the deck
There were limpets growing around my neck
Come back baby with your iron chain
That makes me feel twenty-five again
Yeah, six bells, oh ho
Aw, floating in a vat of yeast [Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
Was a handsome human female beast[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
And she tried to kill herself three times[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
But she got engulfed in living slime[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
With inflating grapefruits on her chest[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
Oh, she told me that she loved me best[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
Well I told that I loved her worst[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
And that any second I was gonna burst[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
Ah, look at the moon, it's starting to melt
Well I'm not surprised, the way everything felt
Alright sir
Cold
[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
[Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom]
Well, the worst trip I ever had[Irene, a coast is clear]
Was a night ride to Trinidad[I dream the coast is clear]
[Irene, a coast is clear]
[Irene, the coast is clear]
[Irene, a coast is clear]
"Ahoy there, Mr. Watson, lower the mainsail!" [Irene, the coast is clear]
"Aye Aye, Cap'n... much obliged."
"By the way, Mr. Watson... Have we got any of those sticky things left?"
"Oh, sticky things, Sir, I dunno...Go down the hold and have a look."