They Might Be Giants

Hey hovering sombrero

Gently waving in the air above the meadow

Softly floating in the sky outside the window

Hovering sombrero don’t be shy

Don’t… don’t be shy

Don’t be… terrified



When you take yourself for granted

Feel rejected and unwanted

Know you’re never just a hat

You’re never only just a hat, you know

Hovering sombrero

Hovering sombrero



Time is flying like an arrow

And the clock hands go so fast they make the wind blow

And it makes the pages of the calender go flying out the window one by one

Til a hundred years are on the front lawn

And the old familiar things are mostly all gone

But the old sombrero just keep hovering on

Hovering sombrero hover on