Red, blue, green,
writing on the wall.
In the little room,
I’m not very tall.
Walking back and forward,
waiting for the call,
for me and my friends,
to go to the mall
Red, blue, green,
writing on the wall.
In the little room,
I’m not very tall.
Walking back and forward,
Waiting for the call,
That only I can hear,
to go and haunt the halls.
