Pippi Langstrumpf - A Bowler and a New Gold Tooth

We are men of humble pleasures,
we are men of modest dreams
It's the simple things that makes one's life complete:
Some bread upon the table,
a few pennies in the bag,
and every now and then a little treat...

I want a bowler, an English bowler.
That's all I'm yearning for
and nothing more than that.
I'll wear my bowler when I'm yachting
or gavotting with my friends,
I'll tip it lightly to the ladies
from my white Mercedes-Benz.

I'll take it clubbing and hobo-snubbing,
and elbow-rubbing with some shady diplomats.
And when I buy the Taj Mahal
and host a Frauds and Felons Ball,
I'll sport my modest little English bowler hat.

I want a tooth, one golden tooth
to keep my tongue from hanging loose.
Dining with the king and queen of Spain,
I'll use it to crack open the champagne.
Tell you the truth, I want a tooth...
One that I can lie through.
Dames will find me dashing
when they see my flashing my gold tooth.