The day you bought me a yellow tie

I first wondered at your taste

Your wedding dress was primrose

Canary yellow at the waist

 

The lounge carpet is ochre

Kitchen cabinets buttercup

Daffodil is the bathroom

The place where I throw up

 

I'm sick to death of mustard

The sheets seem a tide of amber

In bed I get quite bilious

When over you I try to clamber

 

I'm allergic to butter now

Chartreuse gives me jaundice

Your lipstick's sulphur yellow

You scorch me when we kiss

 

Lately I fear you're getting worse

Dying gold your pet white mouse

If I did'nt have a yellow streak

I'd throw you out the house