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“Favourite Colour”

11 July 2011

The day that your brother started to talk was the day that I found you like that,
The national child star in a coat and a scarf, alone in the laundromat.
Now, we got the keys to the apartment we share, and we stay up as late as we like,
Like KC & Jojo, like Sonny & Cher, you’re Tina, but I’m not Ike.

So, tell me what’s, tell me what’s your favourite colour,
Tell me your favorite colour.
Tell me how’s, tell me how’s your younger brother,
What grade’s he in?

“Go back to the rooftops to the homes in the town,” your brother had started to say.
“Go back to the rooftops and kick the shingles down ’cause the days and the nights are the same, and the weather complains.”
Oh, the least you could do is try and act surprised, try and act alright,
But you’re here for the chase and next year’s a ways away.

So tell me what’s, tell me what’s your favourite colour
Tell me your favorite colour
Tell me how’s, tell me how’s your younger brother
How’s your younger brother?
Tell me what’s the first, very first record you owned.
‘Cause I’ve got no plans if you don’t, no plans if you don’t.

(7, 8 )

Tell me what’s, tell me what’s your favourite colour,
Tell me your favorite colour.
Tell me how’s, tell me how’s your younger brother,
How’s your younger brother?
Tell me what’s the first, very first record you owned.
‘Cause I’ve got no plans if you don’t, no plans if you don’t

(Okay, double it)

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