Text: Veruca Salt. Forsythia.

Yellow baby,
A yellow baby is a bad sign.
But I don't mind, I don't mind,
Ohhh, Forsythia.

Spider monkey,
A spider monkey is a good lie.
But I don't know why,
Ohhh, Forsythia, oh-ohhh.

I don't mind sitting in the way way back.
I don't mind, lying to my friends.

One thing about Forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow, I'm no longer me.

Yellow daisy, a dandelion or a pussy willow,
It's a different thing.
Oh-oh, Forsythia. Forsythia. Forsythia.
One thing about Forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow I'm no longer me.
One thing about Forsythia
There's one thing about Forsythia