Old Hat - Van Hunt

Lost among the noise of muscular toys

Of all the old stories

About old fashion, old fashion

I’m told that black crows made mobile homes in

A blue sky that blew slow when

Uptown was still low then

Now it’s is all traffic, it’s all traffic

It’s all fast

(Highway) Highway (killed the village)

(Highway) Highway (killed fashion) killed fashion, (killed fashion)

Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (by the milliner) by the milliner

(Ultrasuede) Ultrasuede)

(by a home stay) home stay (we should all become) we should all become (old

hats)

Just gimme some love, just gimme some (x5)

He died without an heir

To the castle, to the castle

To the throne

Think you’re the greatest

Just cause you’re latest

Well we all go, baby, to the rapture, to the rapture

With the ghost

(Highway) Highway (killed the village) killed the village

(Highway killed fashion), killed fashion (killed fashion)

Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised, yeah (by the milliner) by the milliner

(Ultrasuede) Ultrasuede

By a home stay (home stay) we should all become

Just gimme some love, just gimme some (x7)

Rose passion from my clothes

Like this coat

The way it moves on me, don’t you know it

Them last two jokers

They’re the ones they’re laughing, they’re laughing

At the most

(Highways) Highways (killed the village) killed the village

(Highway killed fashion), killed fashion (killed fashion)

Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (by the milliner) by the motherfucking milliner

(Ultrasuede) oh

(By a home stay we should all become old hats)

Just gimme some love, just gimme some (x4)