Sitting in cars made of orange thoughts Swimming in the lake of orange juice This is the one, yes I’m a B.I.F.O
Writing to my strange orange bride Saying> “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey Im just sleeping and rest!” yes I’m a B.I.F.O! Im just sleeping and rest! But won’t should we dance in the top, with the top of the head But won’t should we try to live with a selfish world, why? We just live is this what? yes I’m a B.I.F.O! But don’t you fall in love with photographs of yellow worlds, of yellow talks This is the one, yes I’m a B.I.F.O yes I’m a B.I.F.O! I’m just sleeping and rest! yes I’m a B.I.F.O!