The Hat Song (Joe Pinson, ASCAP) I was shopping down at the thrift store - one day last week. Not because I'm thrifty - but because I'm cheap. This hat on the shelf was sittin' there all alone, so I took it down, brushed it off, and tried it on. It fit me like a glove, and I knew I had found - something that was going to turn my life around. Wearin' a dead man's hat is not like - wearin' his shoes. It can fit real tight and be all right, even when you've got the blues. The women see me as a man who knows where it's at. There's nothin' I swear that can quite compare to wearin' a dead man's hat.   This hat is something special - grey felt with at large black band. Fits me like a custom job, and put's me in command. The guy who owned this hat is somewhere - pushin' up dirt and flowers. And that may be - the very key - to all of its magic powers. If guys only knew the feeling I get, whenever I put it on. They'd be asking friends to will them hats - whenever they're gone. Wearin'  dead man's hat is not like - wearin' his clothes. It connects your head to a feller who's dead, and the feeling grows and grows. You do cool things, and when you talk, you sound like a diplomat. There's nothin' I swear that can quite compare to wearin' a dead man's hat.