Trilobite - Robyn Hitchcock

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