'Hair Is Yellow, Unnaturally So'

'Hair Is Yellow, Unnaturally So'

A Poem by Michael Stevens
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Song parody

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Bad Company--'Silver, Blue And Gold'



In the beginning, I believed every word that you said,
now that you're gone my world is in shreds
Oh, you loved me and left me,
You took all the things that I needed so bad,
I'm standing here wondering where is the love that I had?
Oh, give me silver, blue and gold,
The colour of the sky I'm told,
My ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue

In the beginning, yeah,
There was something of love that was mine,
Now that it's gone, whoa, I'm cryin'

Oh, the time that it takes for a love to grow cold is a wonder to me,
I'm walkin' around with my head hangin' down
Tell me where is she?

Give me silver, blue and gold,
The colour of the sky I'm told,
My ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue

Don't forsake me 'cause I love you
Don't forsake me 'cause I love you
Give me silver, blue and gold,
The colour of the sky I'm told
My ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue

Give me silver, blue and gold,
The colour of the sky I'm told
My ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue
Now, give me silver, blue and gold,
The colour of the sky I'm told
My ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue, yeah

Oh, don't forsake me 'cause I love you
Don't forsake me 'cause I love you, yeah



NOT Bad Company--'Hair Is Yellow, Unnaturally So'



In the beginning, I hated every word that you said,
Now you're in power, and the world is in shreds
Oh, you may have sold your goods to your base,
but you don't fool me with that face
I'm sitting here thinking, 'has everyone gone mad in the place?'


Your hair is yellow, unnaturally so
Just fall in line I'm told
My in-tell-igence just screams 'no!

Now that you're in there, yeah
Lost all hope you'll ever come around
For our future, whoa, I'm cryin'

Oh, the time that it took for you to f*** everything up is a wonder to me
I'm walking around with my head hanging down,
Tell us what's yet to be?

Don't forsake us, but it's too late
Don't forsake us, but it's too late
What color is your hair, 'cause I don't know
for our fu-ewe-ture, I'm cryin'

Your hair is yellow, unnaturally so
Just fall in line I'm told
My in-tell-e-gence just screams 'no!'


Don't forsake us, but it's too late
Don't forsake us, but it's too late--yeah--(X 2)


© 2017 Michael Stevens


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Added on April 22, 2017
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Michael Stevens
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I write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more..

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