Shades of pink before my eyes
A colour I despise
It's like a whore's paradise.
So, let's paint the ceiling green
On the wall put a seaside scene
A room fit for a Queen

Chorus:

(Done tomorrow)
It looks colder.
(Done tomorrow)
Needs to be bolder.
(Done tomorrow)
Soon be mouldier
Than today.

Now, there's shag pile on the floor
So thick that I am sure
You can't open the door.

Repeat chorus:

Guitar solo:

Soon I hope the paint will dry.
The fumes will get you high.
What a lovely way to die-ie—ie -ie.