You got to dig my mood
I’m a changeable dude
A wise old bird
But haven’t a clue
I’ve got a tale to tell you, no
I’ve got a tale, it’s true
I’m one of the greats, also they say
I’m a journeyman too
I’m a creature of the road
A badger called Nick Lowe
And the roller show
May come and go
I’m sniffing around the beans
Outside the tally-ho
Children stop and stare they stroke my black fur
And my fluffy white hair
And then I’m on my way
Making beautiful things in my lair
I’m a gentleman of the road
A badger called Nick Lowe
Hangman, hangman, hang me a man
Any old man will do
Meet me at the hanging tree at noon
Put a rope ‘round his neck
And hang him up high when the breath starts to go
Cut out his lungs and throw him to the crows
Oh…
On these days of Steve the dabbler Elvis, see Jake and Dave
Oh, come on Mr. Badger, you were an Elvis’ Statesmen of the new wave
I’m creature of the road
A badger called Nick Lowe