I'm Tim - I’m also Tim - and this old bugger is Giles (Hello!) We’re meeting up with Harry, three more Timmys and Miles (Good-oh!) But how to spot each other when the crowd is so thick? (Uh-oh) Don’t you worry, Timbo, there’s a very old trick We’re wearing red trousers so we’re not hard to spot We’ve all got red trousers and we wear them a lot We’re wearing red trousers as perhaps we have said From belt-hooks down to turn-ups we are pillarbox red Another gin and tonic please for each of the Tims (Hooray) A Jägerbomb for Harry and a jug full of Pimms (I say) Then let's flit up to Twickers where the totty will swoon (Hey hey) At our lower limbs all slathered in a sea of maroon We’re wearing red trousers and we’re out on the lash We’ve all got red trousers also plenty of cash And in our red trousers we will knock them all dead With self-confidence as total as our trousers are red Henley, Ascot, Lords, The Oval Tim’s Dad’s place outside Yeovil Still in our red trousers, you can see 'em for miles We love our red trousers, they’re the last word in style And in our red trousers we’ll head back to South Ken ‘Til next weekend the boatrace and red trousers again! Red trousers Ooooooh! Red trousers Ooooooh! Red trousers Oooo-ooh! Red trousers Trousers that are reeeeeeeeeeed!
What a TOTAL relief to find this exquisite rendition!!!!
How is it 2024 and I’m just hearing this now for the first time? 🤯
I work in Burnham Market. Somehow I will try to rig up a loudhailer on my car and play this loudly as I drive through... Wonderful!
I'm not so sure this song could possibly be anymore ridiculous. I'm in stitches over here!
This goes round in my head everytime I'm in Edinburgh
I'm Tim - I’m also Tim - and this old bugger is Giles
(Hello!)
We’re meeting up with Harry, three more Timmys and Miles
(Good-oh!)
But how to spot each other when the crowd is so thick?
(Uh-oh)
Don’t you worry, Timbo, there’s a very old trick
We’re wearing red trousers so we’re not hard to spot
We’ve all got red trousers and we wear them a lot
We’re wearing red trousers as perhaps we have said
From belt-hooks down to turn-ups we are pillarbox red
Another gin and tonic please for each of the Tims
(Hooray)
A Jägerbomb for Harry and a jug full of Pimms
(I say)
Then let's flit up to Twickers where the totty will swoon
(Hey hey)
At our lower limbs all slathered in a sea of maroon
We’re wearing red trousers and we’re out on the lash
We’ve all got red trousers also plenty of cash
And in our red trousers we will knock them all dead
With self-confidence as total as our trousers are red
Henley, Ascot, Lords, The Oval
Tim’s Dad’s place outside Yeovil
Still in our red trousers, you can see 'em for miles
We love our red trousers, they’re the last word in style
And in our red trousers we’ll head back to South Ken
‘Til next weekend the boatrace and red trousers again!
Red trousers
Ooooooh!
Red trousers
Ooooooh!
Red trousers
Oooo-ooh!
Red trousers
Trousers that are reeeeeeeeeeed!
Thank-you for the transcript 👏 (Brilliant! as Arthur on Cabin Pressure would say 😉)
This one's unusually devoid of irony. Like this could just be a normal lad's song, but just a tiny bit weirder.
Hurrah for pillar box red trousers!
Ah. Memories of Richmond upon Thames, Clifton and that bit of Durham just by the University.
I saw him live in Richmond, and it's apparently one of the first places where there have actually been people in red trousers.
Elvet in Durham 😂
11:08 I tried to post a link to YT, Red Trousers, by John Finnemore but it won't let me.
I'm so proud of you tyclnes
Thx;)
what is this song to the tune of??
It's an original composition as are most of the songs on the show. The composer is Susannah Pearse.
F# major.
It's in G I think.
The thought of John Finnemore singing in key is very amusing....