The Yella In Me

I was strollin' down the sidewalk with my girl by my side

When a great big hunk of fella came and pushed me aside

I said, "Hey, bud, I s'pose you think it's some kinda joke"

The next thing I remember, he was jumpin' on my throat

With my last few breaths, I said, "Hey, bud, can't you see

That you've started bringin' out the yella in me?"

Now, this fella rose above me, and he started to grin

So, I used what little strength I had and stuck one on his chin

He tore off the arm that did it, and he threw it aside

And for a while, I lost the sight in both of my eyes

I didn't have to say a word, my girlfriend could see

That this fella'd started bringin' out the yella in me

Now, I had to show this fella that I couldn't be beat

So, I tried to make a stand there while I still had my feet

But I think I made the wrong move, and his patience wore thin

'Cause it took three surgeons day and night to graft back my skin

About this time, I was shoutin' from the top of a tree

That this fella'd started bringin' out the yella in me

My advice to you, my friend, is that if you ever see

A fella walkin' down the street, and he's six-foot-three

Be sure to try and pass him, walk on down the other side

'Cause if you don't, he'll leave you in a state of suicide

I just didn't listen, and look what happened to me

Now, this fella's finished bringin' out the yella in me