Orange Air

How rude! How crude! She said that I should come to such an end

With my hair too long to work at the local bank

Her mother wanted her to marry the rich young son of some old friend

And I did not quite fit in with just myself to thank.

A long silent summer

It didn't matter

Who cut my hair or

Who was my hatter.

And then the night Jasmine came clinging to her hair and lingered there

And there was orange air

There was orange air

I remember kissing her that sad last night through the screen so hard I had a checkered mouth and nose

She sold out so quickly that before I knew what hit me she was laughing with the others at my funny clothes

A long silent summer

It didn't matter

Who cut my hair or

Who was my hatter.

And then the night Jasmine came clinging to her hair and lingered there

And there was orange air,

There was orange air

Orange Air! (orange air)

Orange Air! (orange air)

Orange Air! (orange air)

Orange Air! (orange air)