B.I.F.O.

Sitting in cars made of orange thoughts
Swimming in the lake of orange juice
This is the one, yes I’m a B.I.F.O.
Writing to my strange orange bride
Saying: «Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey I’m just sleeping and rest»
Yes I’m B.I.F.O!
I’m just sleeping and rest!
But won’t should we dance in the top, with the top of the head
But won’t should we try to live with a selfish world, why?
We just live, is this what?
Yes I’m a B.I.F.O!
But don’t you fall in love with photographs of yellow worlds, of yellow talks
This is the one, yes I’m a B.I.F.O
Yes I’m a B.I.F.O! I’m just sleeping and rest!
Yes I’m a B.I.FO!