Yellow Jello
I’m not mad about saffron
Even on a chicken curr-y.
I’m not mad about saffron.
It’s yellow and it goes right through me.
Yet I like yellow jello. (That’s right.)
Yes, I like yellow jello. (That’s right.)
I like yellow jello. (That's right.)
Bop doit doit bop
Doit bop bop bop
We lick pickled bananas.
They’re the bee’s knees to me.
We lick pickled bananas.
You know, they grow on green pickle trees
Yet they are always yellow. (That’s right.)
When fresh they're always yellow. (That’s right.)
And you’re a lucky fellow (That's right.)
When rotten, not in jello. (fade)
Because black isn't yellow. (faint)
You'd really hate the smell-o. (fainter)
'Twould be a crime to sell-o. (very faint)
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(For heaven's sake, stop me before I compose again. :D)
Edited by xxmikexx
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