Sweep up, little sweeper boynIt's you who's got the wig on herenSweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep upnnYellow is the color of my true love's crossbownYellow is the color of the sunnAnd black is the color ofnA strangled rainbownThat's the color of my lungnBlack is the color of my true love's arrownThat's the color of human bloodnnYou got a shot of shampoo nThough it was made thirty years agonYou got a shot of shampoonThough you were made twenty years agonnSpeak up, little sweeper boynThey are hard of hearingnAnything that anyone has to saynnO they saynYellow is the color of my true love's crossbownYellow is the color of the sunnBlack is the color of nA strangled rainbownThe color of my lossnAnd black is the color of my true love's arrownThat's the color of my blood