Song for the Colour Yellow
When i was 14
I had a yellow shirt
With a huge flapping collar
I wore it to a party one saturday night
I thought i looked great
But i remember standing in a downstairs loo
While leone and her boyfriend
Sat on the floor outside
I remember hearing him say
"who the bloody hell is he?
Have you seen his shirt?"
And then laughing
I never wanted to wear it again since
Well i went to portobello last saturday
And there was my shirt
So i bought it back again
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
At primary school we had sets of crayons
Gorgeous short thick crayons
That looked even more beautiful
Once the labels had come off
And each crayon had a value
And in the currency of crayons
Red was seen to be worth the most
That's the one everybody wanted
That's the one everybody fought over
Well red was okay
But i wanted yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
When i was 7 i was given a yellow sweater
I loved that sweater
I wore it all the time
You know there's different kinds of yellow
Some are thin
And some are washed out
But this was so rich
It used to attract all the bees
And i wore it until the sleeves
And the round neck grew misshapen
Well i went to paul smith's the other day
And there was my sweater
But i couldn't afford to buy it
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Ooo, ooo, the colour yellow
Canção para a Cor Amarela
Quando eu tinha 14 anos
Eu tinha uma camisa amarela
Com uma gola enorme e esvoaçante
Usei ela em uma festa numa noite de sábado
Achei que estava arrasando
Mas lembro de estar em um banheiro de baixo
Enquanto a Leone e o namorado dela
Sentavam no chão do lado de fora
Lembro de ouvir ele dizer
"Quem diabos é ele?
Você viu a camisa dele?"
E então rindo
Nunca quis usar de novo desde então
Bom, fui a Portobello no sábado passado
E lá estava minha camisa
Então comprei de volta de novo
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Na escola primária, tínhamos caixas de giz de cera
Giz de cera curtos e grossos
Que pareciam ainda mais bonitos
Depois que os rótulos saíam
E cada giz tinha um valor
E na moeda dos gizes de cera
O vermelho era visto como o mais valioso
Esse era o que todo mundo queria
Esse era o que todo mundo brigava
Bom, o vermelho era legal
Mas eu queria o amarelo
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Quando eu tinha 7 anos, ganhei um suéter amarelo
Eu amava aquele suéter
Usava ele o tempo todo
Sabe, existem diferentes tipos de amarelo
Alguns são finos
E alguns são desbotados
Mas esse era tão vibrante
Atraía todas as abelhas
E eu usei até as mangas
E a gola redonda ficaram deformadas
Bom, fui na loja do Paul Smith outro dia
E lá estava meu suéter
Mas não consegui comprar
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela
Ooo, ooo, a cor amarela