Seals & Crofts - East Of Ginger Trees Lyrics
He gets up every morningAnd he lights upon the floorThen migrates to the washroomAnd he opens up the doorThe whiskers on his chin tell him he's in and thenThrough the paste and the soapHe sees his image without hopeHe's a broom of a fellowAn oddity in parenthesisSo infected with disease of yellow dirt down in his soulHe usually spends his spare timeCounting hairs upon his armThe ants around the cupboardTo his thinking add their charmHe never stops to noticeThat his shoes are fulla leadHe's dead through coughAnd labored breathing he is seethingHe's a sandwich of a fellowAn all-spread personalitySo infected with disease of yellow dirt down in his soulLast night a thousand stars were hisTo mold like clay and soIn one split second's angerHe did reach and take a holdHe saw himself a captain way off on some kissin' situationThat would have made his father proudHe laughs out loudHe conceals the hurtHe reveals the dirtThe yellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soulHe's got his dirt down in his soulHe's got his dirt down in his soul, now, nowHe's got his dirt down in his soulHe's got his dirt down in his soul, now, nowHe's got his dirt down in his soulIt would have made his father proudHe laughs out loudHe conceals the hurtHe reveals the dirtThe yellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soulYellow dirt down in his soul
