All it takes is one ghastly fashion victim (no, not a victim of ghastly fashion, although that applies equally in this case) to read this article and we'll have a knitwear revolution on our hands in Grey Lynn.
For the sake of civil calm, please be careful what you publish.
Now how I came to get this hat, 'tis very strange and funny Grandfather died and left to me his property and money And when the will it was read out, they told me straight and flat If I would have his money, I must always wear his hat
CHORUS "Where did you get that hat? Where did you get that tile? Isn't it a nobby one, and just the proper style? I should like to have one Just the same as that!" Where'er I go, they shout "Hello! Where did you get that hat?"
If I go to the op'ra house, in the op'ra season There's someone sure to shout at me without the slightest reason If I go to a concert hall to have a jolly spree There's someone in the party who is sure to shout at me
CHORUS
At twenty-one I thought I would to my sweetheart get married The people in the neighbourhood had said too long we'd tarried So off to church we went right quick, determined to get wed I had not long been in there, when the parson to me said
CHORUS
I once tried hard to be M.P. but failed to get elected Upon a tub I stood, round which a thousand folks collected And I had dodged the eggs and bricks (which was no easy task) When one man cried, "A question I the candidate would ask!"
CHORUS
When Colonel South, the millionaire, gave his last garden party I was amongst the guests who had a welcome true and hearty The Prince of Wales was also there, and my heart jumped with glee When I was told the Prince would like to have a word with me
And you kids wonder how we wound up with Margaret Thatcher for the next decade.
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All it takes is one ghastly fashion victim (no, not a victim of ghastly fashion, although that applies equally in this case) to read this article and we'll have a knitwear revolution on our hands in Grey Lynn.
For the sake of civil calm, please be careful what you publish.
That hat, bottom right. I'll have that.
Feel free to sing along...
Now how I came to get this hat, 'tis very strange and funny
Grandfather died and left to me his property and money
And when the will it was read out, they told me straight and flat
If I would have his money, I must always wear his hat
CHORUS
"Where did you get that hat? Where did you get that tile?
Isn't it a nobby one, and just the proper style?
I should like to have one Just the same as that!"
Where'er I go, they shout "Hello! Where did you get that hat?"
If I go to the op'ra house, in the op'ra season
There's someone sure to shout at me without the slightest reason
If I go to a concert hall to have a jolly spree
There's someone in the party who is sure to shout at me
CHORUS
At twenty-one I thought I would to my sweetheart get married
The people in the neighbourhood had said too long we'd tarried
So off to church we went right quick, determined to get wed
I had not long been in there, when the parson to me said
CHORUS
I once tried hard to be M.P. but failed to get elected
Upon a tub I stood, round which a thousand folks collected
And I had dodged the eggs and bricks (which was no easy task)
When one man cried, "A question I the candidate would ask!"
CHORUS
When Colonel South, the millionaire, gave his last garden party
I was amongst the guests who had a welcome true and hearty
The Prince of Wales was also there, and my heart jumped with glee
When I was told the Prince would like to have a word with me
CHORUS
And a link to the immortal Stanley Holloway...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4Kuu-FnB20
Well, he's not really immortal, as he's dead.
Hard to believe that in the 1970s you could look screamingly gay while scoring all the chicks.
But Paul, surely these are extras, escaped from a production of Robin Hood? Such attire hasn't been trendy since the 14th century.
Definitely more Sealed Knot...than not.
Yeah that hat is righteous.
I think it's a pretty smooth look.
I think I need to bring it back.
Srsly, only fashion victims would be aghast at this.
I've made up my mind, I'm definitely bringing it back.
If Gram Parsons had survived to the age of say 30, he would have worn the bottom right ensemble, complete with hat.
Well at least we can say sweaters have changed for the better!
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