We shall both have hats showing we are wonderful,
And mine will be big and blue as the sky,
And yours will be the same colour as the daybreak,
And on the moment that we die,
We shall hang them on the peg whose name is Heartache
And never for one moment stop to wonder why
We both had hats showing we were wonderful.
So I shall to the hatter and you’ll go to the milliner,
And mine will be a hat of sturdy felt,
And yours will deploy all manner of fine fabric.
And while we’re waiting for them, we shall melt
Into each other’s head without a panic
And learn all of the places each has dwelt.
Yes, I’ll go to the hatter and you will to the milliner
And we shall both have hats showing we are wonderful.
Wherever we shall walk, the people will say ‘Ah,
There go the fancy couple in their hats!’
And we both shall smile and offer our ‘Good Day’ to them
And complement their scarves and their cravats,
For in our hats we shall know just what to say to them,
For we shall be as confident as cats.
Wherever we shall walk, the people will say ‘Ah,
I’ll go to the hatter and you’ll to the milliner,
And we shall both have hats showing we are wonderful.’
