Hot Head Lyrics - Hugh Cornwell

When we met I thought that you'd take off and try to fly 

Then a man with giant lips began to catch your eye 

You were caught on a hook 

It was straight from a book 

Didn't listen to advice and started telling tales 

On the runway low on gas your engine starts to fail 

If you tried you could win 

Extra time take a spin 

Hot head I hear you're coming through 

Your ears are burning that's nothing new 

Hot head you're wearing no parachute! 

Knowing one or two up in the blue prepared me good 

First of all my favourite pilot in my neighbourhood 

Still in flight with her man 

Riding high understand 

Hot head I hear you're coming through 

Your ears are burning that's nothing new 

Hot head you're wearing no parachute!