Blue

“Hi, my names Sam
And I have a friend called Paul
I have lots of friends
But he is the strangest, by far.
He only likes one colour,
His fav-ri-tist of all.
His colour is blue,
Blue is his colour,
He loves it so much,
He hates every other…colour.”

“Hi, my names Paul and I love blue!
What Sam said before you heard it,
It’s true.
Moon, royal, baby and bright
Sea, sky, dark and light
If it’s followed by blue,
I think it’s all right.”

“But NO!
Come on Paul, Blue isn’t too nice
Blue?
It stands for loneliness’ and doubt
Blue?
A crappy colour that’s colder than a stubbed out snout.
Is it your teams colour?
In football?
Is that why you need it more
Than you need anything else?
Is that why you need it more
Than you need your health?

“No.
Your wrong there Sam,
It’s not a football thing.
There isn’t even
A single soccer song I can sing.
I just love blue.
Why? No one knows,
I just love blue
From my head
To my toes.”

“But No!
Come on Paul,
Break out of this stupor
Blue things are pants
There really not super.
Why not try black?
I’ve heard good things
Amy Winehouse told me its shit hot!”

“No.
Black?
That’s not even a colour
Why would I wear that?
Why would I even bother?
When you shut your eyes
There’s more black than you can handle
When you turn out the lights
There’s more black than you can see
Fuck wearin’ that
That’s not for me.”

“But No!
Come on Paul
You could always try orange
That colours alive,
That’s the colour of warmth
That’s the colour of life.”

“No.
It’s a bit so so.
Below par don’t you think?
No?
It’s less than average
Just not fantastic,
I’m not trying to be a maverick!
I.Just.Love.Blue.”

“But No!
Come on Paul
Try expanding your mind!
Try green like a grape,
Or is that to sour?
Try pink like a pimp,
But they charge by the hour.
Try red like a fire engine,
But there on strike.
What about yellow?
Isn’t that the colour of your house?”

“No.
Come on now Sam,
I’ve made it quite clear.
Get it into your scull!
Why would I choose yellow?
Yellow is dull.
Like I said,
My house, is blue,
That’s the colour of the walls
And the doors are blue too.

So when the sun sets at night,
And the sky aint’ blue it’s black.
And I fall on my blue bed,
And lie on my blue back,
Look up at the roof,
And go right through.
Guess what colours up there?
That’s right,
It’s blue.”