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I dedicate a colour to |
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My dearest friends and family who |
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So solemnly and nicely dressed |
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Come visit me, I must confess |
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I feel like Gena might |
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Upon her opening night |
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(And so the hounding begins |
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A sudden crack on the shins |
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Whip slinging, say, oh, hello |
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You look like someone I know |
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While sniggering up your sleeve |
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A kid, a joke just like we |
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Guys in a schoolyard aged five |
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The baddest honcho alive |
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Track down your friends to a bar |
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Trace over steps in a car |
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Say that's a pretty excuse |
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Make mine a pineapple juice |
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Bugbears are plenty round here |
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Give him a clip on the ear |
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Says dad in front of TV |
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Decide channel randomly |
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I feel something coming on |
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A funny turn or a wrong |
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Decision made casually |
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Like dad in front of the TV |
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Regurgitation and goo |
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Ten squillion eyes watch as you |
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Put up a pretty good fight |
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On this your opening night |
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On this your opening night |
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On this your opening night |
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On this your opening night |
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On this your opening night) |
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My fiery red I give my mom |
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My dad transparant, he is gone |
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My sisters I give black and white |
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And guys I hate, well, **** 'em bright |
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My friends get shades of blue |
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And ginger green to you |
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Hey |
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Hey |
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Hey |
