Bad Idea, Lovely Weather | THE MANY-COLOURED MAN

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[INTRO]
Look, look, look at this—
No, closer. There's a bit you'll miss.

[VERSE 1]
Yellow taxi. Lemon coat.
Someone's summer caught in the throat.
Smells like rain. No, hot pavement.
Tuesday needs a better arrangement.

Seven ideas before any tea.
Four underway. Number five needs a key.
There's a door with a brass little face.
Nobody's using the whole upstairs space.

The sign says CLOSED. But the stairs go round.
That's an invitation with a grumpy sound.
Breakfast can wait. It has waited before.
Look at the handle. It wants to be more.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Don't ask why until it works.
Even the lock has its little quirks.
One little click and a very good view—
All of this morning and somebody new.

[CHORUS]
Bad idea, lovely weather.
Come with me, we'll make it better.
Come with me, come with me, come—
No, wrong way. Follow the drum.
Look, look, look—don't look away.
We haven't used up half the day.

[POST-CHORUS]
Look at this! Look at that!
Gold on the roof of a very dull flat.
Bad idea, lovely weather.
Two loose ends look good together.

[VERSE 2]
Keep your shoes on. We're improving the staircase.
One step squeaks in a very good key.
No, not that key. There's a door round the landing.
Look at the brass one. It's smiling at me.

The lift says THREE. Three what? Three wishes?
Three small men who can wash all the dishes?
No, it's the floor. Fine. Floor accepted.
Very good ceiling. Badly connected.

An orange rolls out of the pocket of my coat.
Breakfast has come. Someone give it a vote.
Peel it in one piece. Keep hold of the sun.
Wait, there's a roof door. We're nowhere near done.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Don't ask why until it works.
Something this good ought to have little quirks.
Your hand in my hand and the latch coming free—
There's too much outside to keep it for me.

[INTERLUDE]

[BRIDGE]
Oh! There's a garden across from the chimney.
Something is growing where something fell through.
Somebody planted a chair in a flowerpot.
That's what a chair with ambition would do.

Wait, there's a ladder—there's also a window—
One thought at a time. Well, the other one's free.
Look at the clouds doing absolutely nothing.
Terrible work ethic. Perfect for me.

[FINAL CHORUS]
Bad idea, lovely weather.
Come with me, we'll make it better.
Come with me, come with me, come—
No, wrong way. Follow the drum.
Look, look, look—don't look away.
We haven't used up half the day.

[OUTRO]
Breakfast on the roof. Much better.
Bad idea, lovely weather.

[CHORUS — FULL-BAND RESTART]
Bad idea, lovely weather.
Come with me, we'll make it better.
Come with me, come with me, come—
No, wrong way. Follow the drum.
Look, look, look—don't look away.
We haven't used up half the day.

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[INTRO] Look, look, look at this— No, closer. There's a bit you'll miss. [VERSE 1] Yellow taxi. Lemon coat. Someone's summer caught in the throat. Smells like rain. No, hot pavement. Tuesday needs a better arrangement. Seven ideas before any tea. Four underway. Number five needs a key. There's a door with a brass little face. Nobody's using the whole upstairs space. The sign says CLOSED. But the stairs go round. That's an invitation with a grumpy sound. Breakfast can wait. It has waited before. Look at the handle. It wants to be more. [PRE-CHORUS] Don't ask why until it works. Even the lock has its little quirks. One little click and a very good view— All of this morning and somebody new. [CHORUS] Bad idea, lovely weather. Come with me, we'll make it better. Come with me, come with me, come— No, wrong way. Follow the drum. Look, look, look—don't look away. We haven't used up half the day. [POST-CHORUS] Look at this! Look at that! Gold on the roof of a very dull flat. Bad idea, lovely weather. Two loose ends look good together. [VERSE 2] Keep your shoes on. We're improving the staircase. One step squeaks in a very good key. No, not that key. There's a door round the landing. Look at the brass one. It's smiling at me. The lift says THREE. Three what? Three wishes? Three small men who can wash all the dishes? No, it's the floor. Fine. Floor accepted. Very good ceiling. Badly connected. An orange rolls out of the pocket of my coat. Breakfast has come. Someone give it a vote. Peel it in one piece. Keep hold of the sun. Wait, there's a roof door. We're nowhere near done. [PRE-CHORUS] Don't ask why until it works. Something this good ought to have little quirks. Your hand in my hand and the latch coming free— There's too much outside to keep it for me. [CHORUS] Bad idea, lovely weather. Come with me, we'll make it better. Come with me, come with me, come— No, wrong way. Follow the drum. Look, look, look—don't look away. We haven't used up half the day. [INTERLUDE] [BRIDGE] Oh! There's a garden across from the chimney. Something is growing where something fell through. Somebody planted a chair in a flowerpot. That's what a chair with ambition would do. Wait, there's a ladder—there's also a window— One thought at a time. Well, the other one's free. Look at the clouds doing absolutely nothing. Terrible work ethic. Perfect for me. [FINAL CHORUS] Bad idea, lovely weather. Come with me, we'll make it better. Come with me, come with me, come— No, wrong way. Follow the drum. Look, look, look—don't look away. We haven't used up half the day. [OUTRO] Breakfast on the roof. Much better. Bad idea, lovely weather. [CHORUS — FULL-BAND RESTART] Bad idea, lovely weather. Come with me, we'll make it better. Come with me, come with me, come— No, wrong way. Follow the drum. Look, look, look—don't look away. We haven't used up half the day.

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