Bette Midler - Red

I read that it`s all black and white.
Oooh, the spectrum made a shade I like!
Ooh, those crinsom rays of ruby bright.
Ah! The technicolor li-i-ight!

Red! Red! I want red!
There`s no substitute for red!
Red! Paint it red!
Green ain`t mean compared to red!

You don`t know what it does to me.
Yeah, that crimson sin intensity!
I`m haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!

Red! Red knocks `em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!

Red`s my lover, got me covered!
Red`s my number and he`s a commer!
Red`s my drummer. I hear his thunder!
Move over, brother!
Red is a mother!
He`s a mother!

Red! Red knocks `em dead!
Red, red, red, red!
Red! Red! I want red!
Move over, brother!
Move over, brother!

Go bop-bop, go bop-bop.
Go bop-bop, go bop! Ahhh!
Go bop-bop, go bop-bop.
Go bop-bop, go bop! Uhh! Ahhh!
Uhh! Ahhh! Uhh! Ahhh!
Uhh! Uhhh!

Whoa! Red! Red! I want red!
That`s what I said! That`s what I said!
Gimme red, red, `cause I want red!
Some like it hot, I like it red!
Red! Red! I want red!
Gimme red! Gimme, gimme, gimme!
Gimme red, red! I want red!
Some like it hot, I like it red!

Red! Red! I want red!
Move over brother, move over brother!
Red! Red! Red! I want red!
Red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red!
Gimme red, red, red