Colorful, autumn is colorful and I don’t like it
I’m waiting for a white winter, frost turns water into ice
January, I love January, and not November
The perfect all-weather friend—give and take
Who wrote that, who wrote that
Some racist guy for sure!
Colorful, autumn is colorful and I don’t like it
I’m waiting for a white winter, frost turns water into ice
Traffic light, the colorful traffic light, I could love it
I’m waiting for a white winter, frost or hoarfrost
Who wrote that, who wrote that
Some racist guy for sure!
This is how I’ll sing when I’m an old man
Oooh, yea, yea, yea — he’ll be an old man
I wanted to put something else there but I guess it doesn’t matter
Oooh, yea, yea, yea — I guess it doesn’t matter
And when I’m old, now and then I’ll kindly let myself
Oooh, yea, yea, yea — now and then, I’ll kindly let myself
To scrape my pride up into a quattro formaggi
Oooh, yea, yea, yea — a quattro formaggi
Colorful, autumn is colorful and I don’t like it
I’m waiting for a white winter, frost turns water into ice
November, the colorful November, I could love it
I’m waiting for a white winter, frost or hoarfrost