There are many ways to write an immigrant anthem.
And so this one is called "Blues on Yellow."
[LAUGHING]
OK, let me stop for a minute.
[LAUGHTER]
The canary died in the gold mine.
Her dreams got lost in a sieve.
The canary died in the gold mine.
Her dreams got lost in the sieve.
Her husband, the crow, killed under the railroad.
The spokes has shown his wings.
Something's cooking in Chin's kitchen.
10,000 yellow-bellied sapsuckers baked in a pie.
Something's cooking in Chin's kitchen.
10,000 yellow-bellied sapsuckers baked in a pie.
Something's cooking in Chin's kitchen.
Die, die, yellow bird, die, die.
Oh, crack an egg on the griddle yellow ooze into white.
Oh, crack an egg on the griddle, yellow will ooze into white.
Run, run sweet little puritan.
Yellow ooze into white.
If you cut my yellow wrists, I'll
teach my yellow toes to write.
If you cut my yellow wrists, I'll
teach my yellow toes to write.
If you cut my yellow fists, I'll teach my yellow feet to fight.
Do not be afraid to perish, my mother.
Buddha's compassion is nigh.
Do not be afraid to perish, my mother.
Our boat will sail tonight.
Your babies will reach the promised land.
The stars will be their guide.
I am so mellow yellow, mellow yellow,
Buddha sings in my veins.
I am so mellow yellow, mellow yellow,
Buddha sings in my veins.
Oh, take me to the land of the unreborn.
There's no life on earth without pain.
[APPLAUSE]
Sorry, I pointed at you, Tyler.
You're part of the conversation here.
[LAUGHTER]
You're part of the performance, OK.
[LAUGHTER]