Yellow Dirt Lyrics - Seals And Crofts

He gets up every morning 

And he lights upon the floor 

He migrates to the washroom 

And he opens up the door 

The whiskers on his chin tells him 

He's in, and then 

Through the paste and the soap 

Sees an image without hope 

He's a broom of a fellow 

An oddity in parenthesis 

So infected with disease of yellow dirt 

Down in his soul 

He usually spends his spare time 

Counting hairs upon his arm 

The ants upon the cupboard 

To his thinking add their charm 

He never starts to notice 

That his shoes are full of lead 

He's dead, through cough labored breathing 

He is seething 

He's a sandwich of a fellow 

An all spread personality 

So infected with disease of yellow dirt 

Down in his soul 

Last night a thousand stars were his 

To mold like clay, and so 

In one split seconds anger 

He did reach and take a hold 

He saw himself a captain way 

Off in some kissin' situation 

That would have made his father proud 

He laughs out loud 

He conceals the hurt, he reveals the dirt 

The yellow dirt down in his soul 

The yellow dirt down in his soul 

The yellow dirt down in his soul 

The yellow dirt down in his soul