Fella in Yella

Fella in Yella

(A parking attendant's parody of 

Johnny Cash's song "The Man in Black")

Well you wonder why I always dress in yella

Why you always see bright colors on this fella

And why does my appearance seem to have a cheerful tone

Well there's a reason for the things that I have on

I wear the yellow for the poor and beaten down

Who came to the busy crowded side of town

I wear it for the parker who's gonna pay for his crime 

Got ticketed cause he's a victim of bus lane times

  

I wear the yellow for those who never read

Or listened to the words of signs that are in red

They say, 'the roads and sidewalks belong to me'

They're wrong they belong to the agents of the city

People think they're doing might fine I do suppose

In thier streak of lightning cars and fancy clothes

Just so we're reminded of what the by law will allow

Downtown there ought to be a fellow in yellow 

I wear canary for the sick and lonely old

Who lost their disabled spot to a thief so cold

I wear a shiny vest the color of the morning sun

To ticket those whose meter time has run

I wear it for the hundreds who have cried

Believing backward logic was on their side

I wear it for another hundred who have whined

Gambling on time and luck in thier pride

  

Well folks'll never park properly I know

And vehicles need ticketing everywhere I go

So till y'all make a move to start to park right

You'll even see us drive at night

I'd love to wear a rainbow every day 

And tell the world their parking is ok

So I'll try to carry off this color that is mella

Until people park brighter...

I'm the fella in yella