Yellow burning thing, it's a dirty sin, I know. I'm on the pavement of my own mind, it's silly. Silly as the weather in June, March, or December. Silly as a man can be, and I'm down, yes, I'm down.
Smile you're on tv again. You must put up a happy face. Your mother told you to on Christmas day. Oh you must do what they say. Now you're thinking of happy thoughts.