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I'm just mad about saffron
A-saffron's mad about me
I'm a-just mad about saffron
She's just mad about me

They call me Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow

I'm just mad about fourteen
A-fourteen's mad about me
I'm a-just a-mad about a-fourteen
A-she's just mad about me

They call me Mellow Yellow
They call me Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow

Born a-high forever to fly
A-wind a-velocity nil
Born a-high forever to fly
If you want, your cup I will fill

They call me Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow
So Mellow Yellow (he's so Mellow)

Electrical banana
Is gonna be a sudden craze
Electrical banana
Is bound to be the very next phase

They call it Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow

Saffron, yeah
I'm just mad about her
I'm a-just a-mad about a-saffron
She's just mad about me (you see)

They call me Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow (quite rightly)
They call me Mellow Yellow
Oh, so yellow
Oh, so mellow

The days of wine and roses
Are distant days for me
I dream of the last and the next affair
And of girls I'll never see

And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue
The retired writer in the sun

Tonight I trod in the starlight
I excused myself with a grin
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon
And the little one alive within

And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun

The magazine girl poses
On my glossy paper aeroplane
Too many years I spent in the city
Playing with Mr. Loss and Gain

And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue
The retired writer in the sun

I bathe in the sun of the morning
Lemon circles swim in the tea
Fishing for time with a wishing line
And throwing it back in the sea

And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue
The retired writer in the sun

The sun was going down
Behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke
Put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus
There in quantity
As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico

There in the valley of Scorpio
Beneath the cross of jade
Smoking on the seashell pipe
The gypsies had made
We sat and we dreamed a while
Of smugglers bringing wine
In that crystal thought time in Mexico

Sitting in a chair of bamboo
Sipping grenadine
Straining my eyes
For a surfacing submarine
Kingdoms of ants
Walk across my feet
I'm a-shakin' in my seat in Mexico

Grasshoppers creaking
In the velvet jungle night
Microscopic circles
In the fluid of my sight
Watching a black-eyed native girl
Cut and trim the lamp
Valentino vamp in Mexico

The sun was going down
Behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke
Put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus
There in quantity
I dug you diggin' me in Mexico

On the sidewalk the people
Are hustling and bustling
They ain't got no time
So they think on the thing that
Will fill in the space
In between birth and death
Who're they kidding?

On the TV the people
Are mumbling and grumbling
They ain't got no hope
So they give out the news
That the world's got the blues
SOS, SOS
Bless my soul

In the movies the people
Are identifying
They ain't got no season
To split for no reason
And so they get by
On the great community lie

On the sidewalk the people
Are hustling and bustling
They ain't got no time
So they think on the thing that
Will fill in the space
In between birth and death
Who're they kidding?
Who're they kidding?

She came with her blue jeans on
Wanting to star in a song
Get you with your ins and outs of it
You're coming on strong, so strong
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna make love to you

She lifted my spirits high
I noticed the dream in her eye
Softly I entered her garden
Parting her veil with a sigh
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm going to give my love to you

I tidied up my last affair
I lost so much I don't care
Felt like a fool in a foolery
But I'm well on my way to repair
I know you ain't no hanger on
Baby, you can star in a song

I took a look inside her head
I saw a Victorian bed
I took her to the fair green country
I'm so weary of the life I've led
I'll tell you what we're gonna do
We're gonna live and love so true

Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree
Swaying in a summer breeze
You'll never change what has to be
Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree

Sometimes I don't know what I said till I did
I want to be the father of your kid
Dragonfly he sleeps till dawn
I knew I'd be here when love has gone

Crystal ball is what I wish for you
Get it straight, I love the both of you
Someone's going through a cold turkey
Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree

I give your baby a contact high
I love another, is what I sigh (ha)
Looks like rain, I do declare
Your baby wants to take my chocolate eclair

I couldn't cry, I could not laugh
Incident about a silken scarf
I know what a jealous trip can be
Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree

Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree
Swaying in a summer breeze
You'll never change what has to be
Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree
Weep for me, willow tree
Weep for me, willow tree

It's Saturday night
It feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense
You'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may
You can only say you were lonely
You are but a young girl
Working your way through the phoneys

Cafe on, milk gone
Such a sad light unfading
Yourself you touch
But not too much
You hear it's degrading

The flowers on your stockings
Wilting away in the midnight
The book you are reading
Is one man's opinion of moonlight
Your skin is so white
You'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Just closing your eyes
If you're to rise up before noon

High heels, car wheels
All the losers are grooving
Your dream, strange scene
Images are moving

Your friends they are making
A pop star or two every evening
You know that scene backwards
They can't see the patterns they're weaving
Your friends they're all models
But you soon got over that one
You sit in your one room
A little brought down in London

Cafe on, milk gone
Such a sad light unfading
Yourself you touch
But not too much
You've heard it's degrading

A Saturday night
It feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense
You'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may
You can only say you were lonely
You are but a young girl
And you're working your way through the phoneys

I drink sweet wine for breakfast
Slept about an hour or so
Smiled a little in the silence
Deciding on where to go
"Meet me under the whale
In the Natural History Museum"
I think that's what she said
A little bit sad about having to leave them

Yawning in the sun
Like a child I run
But don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
Oh, don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that

How little do you speak of beauty
Isn't it a shame, what ho
A-maybe you should go get a power ring
You'd make all your troubles go
There she stood in drag
Just looking cool in astrakhan
She's looking a little wiped out
She said I looked like Peter Pan

Yawning in the sun, oh, baby!
Like a child I run
But don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that, oh, no, no!
Don't do it if you don't want to
I wouldn't do a thing like that
Don't do it

Standing by the Everyman
Digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords
To the spell of fairy tale
The heath was hung in magic mists
Enchanted dripping glades
I'll taste the tastes until my mind
Drifts from this scene and fades
In the night time

Crystals sparkle in the grass
I polish them with thought
On my lash there in my eye
A star of light is caught
Fortunes told in grains of sand
Here I am is all I know
Candy stuck in children's hair
Everywhere I go
In the night time
In the night time

Gypsy is the clown of love
I paint his face a smile
Anyone we ever make
We always make in style, yeah!

Yeah, strange young girls with radar screenings
Yeah, and hands as quick as hate
I won't just now, later on maybe
And even then I'll wait
In the night time
In the night time

Standing by the Everyman
Digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords
To the spell of fairy tale
The heath was hung in magic mists
Enchanted dripping glades
I'll taste the tastes until my mind
Drifts from this scene and fades
In the night time
In the night time

Come take a walk
In sunny South Kensington
Any day of the week
See the girl
With the silk Chinese blouse on
You know she ain't no freak
Come loon soon down
Cromwell Road, man
You got to spread your wings
A-flip out, skip out, trip-out
And a-make your stand, folks
To dig me as I sing
Jean-Paul Belmondo
And a-Mary Quant got
Stoned to say the least
Ginsberg, he ended up
A-dry and so he
A-took a trip out East
If I'm a-late waitin' down the gate
It's such a "raz" scene
A groovy place to live
In the Portobella I met a fella
With a cane umbrella
Who must've used a sieve
So come loon soon down
Cromwell Road, man
You got to spread your wings
A-flip out, skip out, trip-out
And a-make your stand, folks
To dig me as I sing

Come take a walk
In sunny South Kensington
Any day of the week
Come see the girl
With the silk Chinese blouse on
You know she ain't no freak
If I'm a-late waitin' down the gate
It's such a "raz" scene
A groovy place to live
In the Portobella I met a fella
With a cane umbrella
Who must've used a sieve
Jean-Paul Belmondo
And a-Mary Quant got
Stoned to say the least
Ginsberg, he ended up
A-dry and so he
A-took a trip out East
Come loon soon down
Cromwell Road, man
You got, you got to spread your wings, yeah
See the girl
With the silk Chinese blouse on, yeah
You know she ain't no freak