William Jerome Thinks I'm Homeless

I'm somewhat behind with Grumpy Coyote's Bring the Song jolliness, having contributed all of one whole entry thus far, but I'm beginning to work through the backlog. First up is this song, which, I suppose, must be my entry for March, and which may go some way to demonstrating the levels of personal organisation required to record an entry for March in June. Oh well.

I have lost my hat. (Em, D, G)
I was wearing it the other day, but (C)
As to its location now, I really couldn't say (B)
I have lost my hat. (Em, D, G)
I don't know where I've put it. (C, B)
Blast, damn, drat. (Em)

I know I didn't leave it in the pub on Thursday, 'cos I wasn't there, (Em, B)
It's not underneath the sofa, because it wouldn't fit. (Em, D, G)
It's unlikely that my nieghbour's dog has chewed it, 'cos he hasn't got one, (C, Em)
So tell me, where the bloody Hell is it? (B, Em, B)

I have lost my hat;
It had a natty little feather in it,
Which I have found, but if I can't find the hat I'll have to bin it.
I have lost my hat.
I don't know where I've put it.
Blast, damn, drat.

It can't have run away to join the circus; it could never really juggle.
It never got past that bit where you're always throwing forwards, and the juggling is very ambulatory.
It hasn't run off with my wife, because it's gay, and I'm not married,
And it hasn't flown south for the winter, 'cos Panamas are non-migratory.

I have lost my hat.
My hatstand stands unused and bare,
'Cos wherever I put my headgear down I didn't put it there.
I have lost my hat.
I don't know where I've put it.
Blast, damn, drat.

(D)

I've lost my hat, and a book about Mexico, (G)
And some games of table football that I really shoud have won, (D)
My way in a place I knew like the back of my hand, (G)
And a race to eat a tiny chocolate bun (D)
Countless kazoos, track of the latest news, (C)
The capacity to greet the world with jubilant vitality, (Em)
The plot, my mind, the will to live, (C)
Several pairs of trousers, and my grip on reality, and (Em, B)

I have lost my hat.
My head's uncomfortably nude,
And my titfer isn't hiding in the places that I've viewed.
Hang on - that's my hat.
I've found it. Frabjous day. Hurrah. That's that.

I should point out, for those of a sensitive nature, that no hats were harmed in the writing of these lyrics, and that I have subsequently found the book about Mexico. I might even finish reading it one of these days.

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[GrumpyCoyoteTunes]

Wow! smoked it. Great number.

[Blindingham]

Thanks.

[russbuss415]

such clever lyrics!

[Blindingham]

Gosh, thanks! Now I just need to get the hang of writing songs with slightly fewer lyrics per second...

[Scarytoaster]

Hurrah! Finally Mr Blindingham breaks his silence... was getting a little worried.

Please sir, can we have some more?

[Blindingham]

Well, go on then, seeing as it's you...

(and also seeing as I've conveniently got another one ready to upload, but that's very much a secondary consideration, you understand)

[Habbitwilldevil]

my name on minecraft is called dustin11092

[Habbitwilldevil]

is this you willam.jerome from dustin11092

[Habbitwilldevil]

is this your reall name

[uke5417]

Wow.

[bummerwolf]

Smokin indeed!

[Scarytoaster]

Too kind, I'm sure. Though I await the much-vaunted ragtime number with bated breath. Or an ode to the British Library (now there's a challenge)...