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!