yellow microphone


I see a pretty face singing on a yellow microphone
And maybe some of these days
Am gonna stick a melon up my fork 
And pretend it’s my new yellow microphone
And sing the song that the pretty face once sung

Those honeybee eyes and neon lights
A dose of dancing stars and sweet slices
People stand in the shady corners
Of the road I go round and round
They hold my hand and pull me on the sides

Some wore horseshoes and purple feathers
Broaches and diamonds on the others
And they ask me a question
Where did you find this yellow microphone?
Where did you find this yellow microphone?

Sing with me
Sing to it I say
Sing to my yellow microphone
Sing melodies with a mellow tone
Sing to my yellow microphone
Sing with me a mellow tone
My yellow microphone
My yellow microphone







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