Nightride to Trinidad Albums Gigs Lyrics

Details

Author
Robyn Hitchcock
Versions
"Disco" Version

Albums

Title Artist Label Type Year
Nightride To Trinidad Robyn Hitchcock Albion Records Authorized 1982
Groovy Decay Robyn Hitchcock Albion Records Authorized 1982
Groovy Decoy Robyn Hitchcock Midnight Music Authorized 1985
Invisible History Robyn Hitchcock SPQR Records Unauthorized 1994
Robyn Hitchcock Robyn Hitchcock Sequel Records Authorized 1995
Gravy Deco Robyn Hitchcock Rhino Records Authorized 1995
Uncorrected Personality Traits Robyn Hitchcock Rhino Records Authorized 1997

Gigs

Billed As Venue City State Country Date
Robyn Hitchcock Mean Fiddler London England UK April 04, 1998
Robyn Hitchcock Komedia Brighton England UK December 06, 2004
Robyn Hitchcock Fleece and Firkin Bristol England UK December 02, 2004
Robyn Hitchcock & Heavy Friends The Three Kings London England UK February 18, 2005

Lyrics

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."