| Title | Artist | Label | Type | Year |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Groovy Decay | Robyn Hitchcock | Albion Records | Album | 1982 |
| Nightride To Trinidad (Special Disco Mix) | Robyn Hitchcock | Albion Records | EP | 1982 |
| Groovy Decoy | Robyn Hitchcock | Midnight Music | Album | 1985 |
| Invisible History | Robyn Hitchcock | SPQR Records | Bootleg | 1994 |
| Gravy Deco | Robyn Hitchcock | Rhino Records | Album | 1995 |
| Robyn Hitchcock | Robyn Hitchcock | Sequel Records | Album | 1995 |
| Uncorrected Personality Traits | Robyn Hitchcock | Rhino Records | Album | 1997 |
| Venue | Billed As | City | State | Country | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Mean Fiddler | Robyn Hitchcock | London | England | UK | 04/04/1998 |
| Fleece and Firkin | Robyn Hitchcock | Bristol | England | UK | 12/02/2004 |
| Komedia | Robyn Hitchcock and the Final Groove | Brighton | England | UK | 12/06/2004 |
| The Three Kings | Robyn Hitchcock & Heavy Friends | London | England | UK | 02/18/2005 |
Well, the worst trip I ever had Was a night ride to Trinidad All the anchors waving in the air On long black chains of greasy hair I was riding on a loaf of bread When I should have been downstairs instead All the waiters was greasy as hell And the old one rang on a dismal bell Come back baby with your iron lung That makes me feel forever young Oh, the sun was high and the Earth was small Just a tiny little muddy ball And the captain tried to sell his shoes To a foreign bloke, but he refused But there was nothing any of us could do To stop that damn thing swallowing you When the dawn came up and I paced the deck There were limpets growing around my neck Come back baby with your iron chain That makes me feel twenty-five again Yeah, six bells, oh ho Aw, floating in a vat of yeast (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) Was a handsome human female beast (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) And she tried to kill herself three times (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) But she got engulfed in living slime (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) With inflating beetroots on her chest (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) Oh, she told me that she loved me best (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) Well I told that I loved her worst (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) And that any second I was gonna burst (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) Ah, look at the moon, it's starting to melt Well I'm not surprised, the way everything felt Alright sir Cold (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) (Oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oomba oom) Well, the worst trip I ever had (Irene, a coast is clear) Was a night ride to Trinidad (I dream the coast is clear) (Irene, a coast is clear) (Irene, the coast is clear) (Irene, a coast is clear) "Ahoy there, Mr. Watson, lower the mainsail!" (Irene, the coast is clear) "Aye Aye, Cap'n... much obliged." "By the way, Mr. Watson... Have we got any of those sticky things left?" "Oh, sticky things, Sir, I dunno... Go down the hold and have a look."