I see red (Βλέπω κόκκινο)

(Apologies to the Finn brothers)

When I open up my fridge,
I see red, I see red, I see red!
I don't even say: 'Yes, please,'
I see red, I see red, I see red!

I see re-e-ed,
Ooh, I see red!
*** *** ***
I see re-e-e-e-ed ------

Piled high like a mountain,
they're just right for bottling,
they're - heir - looms,
home - pro - duce!

Squeeze them little cherries,
Put them in the deep freeze, won't you?
They'll - make - good
V -8 - juice!

Cheers - to - you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I open up my fridge,
I see red, I see red, I see red!
I don't even say: 'Yes, please,'
I see red, I see red, I see red!

I see re-e-ed,
Ooh, I see red!
I see re-e-e-e-ed--

If you don't know the Split Enz song "I see red" (and how would you if you aren't a Kiwi), you can watch the video. Just imagine a squat dark-haired Greek woman doing what Tim Finn is doing when he sees that woman passing by the window, especially when I woke up this morning and entered the kitchen.

If your taste in music is less ethnic and more globalised, you can just sing along to the following instead:

Old McDonald had a farm,
To-ma-to-ma-to!
And on that farm he raised some toms,
To-ma-to-ma-to!

With a cherry here, and an heirloom there,



toms here,



toms there,



tom toms EVERYWHERE,

Old McDonald had a farm,
To-ma-to-ma-to!

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