mr. richard lyrics – belle & sebastian

saw a suit in daddy’s wardrobe, i took a swipe
lapels, size of islands, gangster white line pinstripe
laughed off the street in the name of my rock’n’roll
still a caterwauling groove will start off vacation
eighties plastic soul don’t give palpitation
richie, he no like, he call out the firing squad

ba ba ba…

richie look for suede, me i look for leather
sartorially we groove, occasional disaster
for tight black canvas no make for a straight legged sixties scenester
then we hit the street with poise of commando
clothes, guitar but *rs*nal missing one thing
exotic glasgow chick, they call her the ‘carmen veranda’

ba ba ba…

me and richie dream to be like mr richard
strung-out and secure yes we make like junkie
hooked up on that stuff they call it the rock’n’roll
i need to consecrate, i need consecration
clipped and soulful guitar riffing out the nation
the nation in my head, the national sixties sensation

ba ba ba…

/ belle sebastian lyrics