| Lyric | Musical | Song |
| The butterfly sings and opens purple summer | |
| Sunday, by the blue, purple, yellow, red water, on the green, purple, yellow, red grass | |
| I dream we'll go somewhere that's green | |
| Haven't you been listening? Gold! Sitting there and glistening | |
| Someday when orange blossoms bloom, we'll have an old fashioned wedding | |
| The purple glow of indigo, the gleam of green and gold | |
| But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky | |
| You know black is this year's pink | |
| The inside might be as black as the night but at the end of the tunnel there's a light | |
| It's not all black and white if I may coin a phrase as any neutral would attest | |
| In the rain the pavement shines like silver | |
| The whites have all the power | |
| But if you wanna be somebody it's all about the green | |
| The grass is always greener in someone else's front lawn | |
| Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin | |
| When a red hot man meets a white hot lady | |
| I am a mermaid with golden hair | |
| If all our dreams were golden and never black or grey | |
| Take me back to the black hills, the black hills of Dakota | |
| Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road | |
| | Lyric | Musical | Song |
| So it comes to this, one great golden chance | |
| You see this girl and your heart stops cold, her eyes are blue and her hair is gold | |
| Is that my name in black and white? | |
| There's a bright golden haze on the meadow | |
| He said my eyes were deep blue pools, my skin as soft as snow | |
| Oh you can colour my world with sunshine yellow each day | |
| I'm big, blonde and beautiful, face the fact | |
| In a new blue town its not like the old town | |
| Get drunk on pricy pink champagne then I would lean across and whisper in his ear | |
| Now listen all you red-hot lovers, you ought to know what to do | |
| There isn't much blue in the red and the black | |
| So what am I to do to keep a sky so blue? | |
| It was red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach... | |
| Grinning yellows, spinning reds | |
| Brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favourite things | |
| You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain | |
| Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird | |
| I wanna be next to you black and gold | |
| Viva the boys in green, shout for Ireland's youngest guns | |
| Blue moon, you saw me standing alone | |
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