Clare Bowditch And The Feeding Set - Hair That Red lyrics

My friend Nick was made up of coloured bits That he shot to the stars and left in a trail That was our friend Nick, who grinned like a lunatic And talked like a bird, who knew all the old song words; "He's a smoker, he's a joker, he's a midnight toker" And "Help me I think I'm falling in love again." A son, a brother, a father and my mother always said "You've gotta love a man with hair that red." My friend Nick, a bundle of scattered bits That once in a while he tried to collect. The only things left big enough to hold him in Were rivers and dreams. He told me he'd love me when we were sixty. He's a sun, and a spring, and a blocked up darling. She said, "You've gotta love a man with hair that red." Our friend Nick was made of a billion bits And we'll only ever know four or three each, But as the song goes, "Life is but a tapestry Of rich and royal hue," And you've a cloak fit for a lion King. And in case you're still wondering, Indeed we loved you man with hair that red.