Trilobite

Robyn Hitchcock · Mossy Liquor [1996]

Trilobite, right Dwight's in the light-bite

Trilobite, right in the light-bite, Dwight



Basking on the shores of time

The little stone creature ain't dead to the world

They call him



Trilobite, right Dwight's in the light-bite

Trilobite, right in the light-bite, Dwight



Clicking away for a second of fame

A billion years later they give it a name

They call it



Trilobite, right Dwight's in the light-bite

Trilobite, right in the light-bite, Dwight



When I'm too wasted these rocks to clamber

Then lean me on the cliff and encase me in amber

And a creature from future in

Way out when

Will clock my fossil and name me Sven

That's a nice name

Alright!



Built for a world where nothing needs shaving

Look at them stone antennae a-waving



Trilobite, right Dwight's in the light-bite

Trilobite, right in the light-bite, Dwight



Let's hold a clicking championship

The Trilobite wins and everybody else loses