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Track 5 in Joe Hayman's "Colors of My Rainbow".
Lyrics:
First you take a great big pot,
a pot that holds an awful lot.
Put it on a great big stove
and heat it ‘til it’s nice and hot.
When you’ve done what I have said,
you’ll end up with the color red.
Yes, of course, that’s what I said:
I have a recipe for red.
First you need the desert sun,
the crash of cymbals, more than one.
Blast of trumpets for your ears.
Tiny dash of sudden fear.
Throw in seven signs for stopping,
a rusty hatchet tired of chopping.
Add a bad mosquito bite.
Fourteen people in a fight.
It’s getting closer. Don’t you see?
Red’s the color it will be.
It’s not quite done; of that I’m sure.
Think it needs a little more.
A cup of sunny sunburned noses.
Three old worn out fire hoses.
Add the fire engine too.
Mean and nasty pirate crew.
Dash of fireworks from the sky.
A hot and spicy pepper pie.
Tiger in an iron cage.
Just a touch of purple rage.
It’s getting closer. Don’t you see?
Red’s the color it will be.
It’s not quite done; of that I’m sure.
Think it needs a little more.
A ladle full of broken bones.
Several large and ragged stones.
A last and lonely train caboose.
A dragon proud and on the loose.
Stir in lots of summer heat.
An August sidewalk for your feet.
One explosion, not too big.
An angry cat without a wig.
It’s almost there. It’s almost right.
Let it boil through the night.
It isn’t stew you’ll have. Instead,
inside you’ll find the color red.
(Source Jason & Ashley's Adoption Journey)
Track 5 in Joe Hayman's "Colors of My Rainbow".
Lyrics:
First you take a great big pot,
a pot that holds an awful lot.
Put it on a great big stove
and heat it ‘til it’s nice and hot.
When you’ve done what I have said,
you’ll end up with the color red.
Yes, of course, that’s what I said:
I have a recipe for red.
First you need the desert sun,
the crash of cymbals, more than one.
Blast of trumpets for your ears.
Tiny dash of sudden fear.
Throw in seven signs for stopping,
a rusty hatchet tired of chopping.
Add a bad mosquito bite.
Fourteen people in a fight.
It’s getting closer. Don’t you see?
Red’s the color it will be.
It’s not quite done; of that I’m sure.
Think it needs a little more.
A cup of sunny sunburned noses.
Three old worn out fire hoses.
Add the fire engine too.
Mean and nasty pirate crew.
Dash of fireworks from the sky.
A hot and spicy pepper pie.
Tiger in an iron cage.
Just a touch of purple rage.
It’s getting closer. Don’t you see?
Red’s the color it will be.
It’s not quite done; of that I’m sure.
Think it needs a little more.
A ladle full of broken bones.
Several large and ragged stones.
A last and lonely train caboose.
A dragon proud and on the loose.
Stir in lots of summer heat.
An August sidewalk for your feet.
One explosion, not too big.
An angry cat without a wig.
It’s almost there. It’s almost right.
Let it boil through the night.
It isn’t stew you’ll have. Instead,
inside you’ll find the color red.
(Source Jason & Ashley's Adoption Journey)
