Paroles de Mr. Rainbow

Casauette de moire Quéquette d'ivoire Toilette trés noire Paul guette l'armoire Projette languette sur poire S'apprête baguette et foire His silhouette rancid with diamonds Splinters like cone in the balm of your hand He's rigged with a nebulae's sine qua non A festival of gas on a table of sand He's jerking like an angel on the ladder of crime Diluting syrup ditties at the peak of their prime He's spun like a ghost in the radio cool He's everybodies child but nobodies fool He's cook like the breast of a radio ghost His name is arthur rainbow and tonight he's your host