Mr. Hat

I'I see him in the morning dressed up in black
, holding on a cigarrette, smoke floats all around him
As he come across rises his hat
Never takes a look at me but I know he says: good morning!
Comes into the bar, plays his guitar
Sings songs of long time ago of old loves and sorrows
Underneath his hat looks at us all
We can't help meeting his brow as he put his hat down
You should come and see him... Mr. Hat
He will never give you a smile but I know that he's a good boy
We're so far to know what's in his head
So I'm waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat
See him in the evening, dressed up in black
Holding on a cigarrette, smoke floats all around him
As he crosses the night counting the stars
Throw his hat away from him, I think he could be happy
You should come and see him... Mr. Hat
He will never give you a smile but I know that he's a good boy
We're so far to know what's in his head
So I'm waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat
You should come and see him... Mr. Hat
He will never give you a smile but I know that he's a good boy
We're so far to know what's in his head
So I'm waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat