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