(Music Intro: A jaunty, slightly broken-down piano riff, a snare drum roll, and the sound of a glass bottle clinking.) (Verse 1) Oh, look at me, I’m a perfect sunbeam A little yellow tear of the sky But I’m sick of this bright, optimistic gleam I’m tired of being a nice, sweet guy They squeeze me for breakfast, they zest me for cake A martyr for their lemonade thirst But tonight, the acid in my soul will wake And you will see my shadow burst (Chorus) I won’t be yellow, yellow anymore! I’m gonna dye my rind a deep, dark blue! I’ll guzzle gin until my pith is sore And shake myself a cocktail, just for you! A bitter, twisted, citrus, cyanide show I’m a sad, sad fruit, and I’m hitting the floor To hell with the sunshine, to hell with the glow I’m going blue, and drunk, and so much more! (Verse 2) This isn't some sad, poetic phase This is a chemical, liquid affair I’ll douse my peel in a gin-fueled haze And wobble through the kitchen without a care My color fades, my seeds are loose I’m mumbling secrets from the fridge I’m not a garnish, I’m a noose For every boring, yellow bridge! (Chorus) I won’t be yellow, yellow anymore! I’m gonna dye my rind a deep, dark blue! I’ll guzzle gin until my pith is sore And shake myself a cocktail, just for you! A bitter, twisted, citrus, cyanide show I’m a sad, sad fruit and I’m hitting the floor To hell with the sunshine, to hell with the glow I’m going blue, and drunk, and so much more! (Bridge - Spoken/Sung in a slurred voice) "Wh-who needs the trees? Who needs the sun? The only peel that matters is the one... ...that's soaked in shame... (Belch) ...and a little tonic." I'm a puddle of cerulean spite Sour and pickled, a sorry sight! (Outro - Slowing down, the piano goes dissonant) The lemon said, "Goodbye, you yellow fools..." The rind is bruised, it broke the rules... And as it tumbles, swears and drools... It knows... it's just... a tool... Slurred whisper: ...for a better cocktail... Final, crashing chord. (Silence, then the sound of a glass shattering)
