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