Shampoo

Sweep up, little sweeper boy

It's you who's got the wig on here

Sweep up, little sweeper boy

Sweep up

Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow

Yellow is the color of the sun

Black is the color of a strangled rainbow

Black is the color of my lung

Black is the color of my true love's arrow

Just the color of a human's blood

You've got a shot of shampoo

Though it was made thirty years ago

You've still got a shot of shampoo

Though it was made twenty years ago

Speak up, little sweeper boy

They are hard of hearing anything anyone that has to say

I say:

Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow

Yellow like the color of the sun

And black is the color of a strangled rainbow

Just the color of my lung

Black is the color of my true love's arrow

Exactly the colow of my blood.

But I don't want to die

However dark tomorrow may be

Above me a perfect square of sky

You are worth your weight in gold

You are worth your weight in sorrow baby

Though you will never know why