Lyrics Olive - Ken Nordine

Olive,
Poor thing,
Sits and thinks
That it's drab.
Sure does.
Sits and sits and sits and sits and thinks
About its olive drab drab.
Doesn't know
That it is about to be named color of the year
By those with the nose for the new,
By the passionate few.
Yeah,
Olive is definitely in.
Everything that can possibly mean anything,
Anywhere,
At least for a year,
Has got to be olive.
Did you hear that olive?
Did ya?
Know what it means?
Oh, olive!
There'll be olive cars and olive trucks
And olive chickens and olive ducks
And olive socks and olive garters
And olive brakes and olive starters
Olive sorry,
Olive please,
Olive whatnots,
And olive trees...
Olive trees?
What a quaint notion.
Haha.
Olive trees.