The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la

...spread pollen all over the place.
My car, usually silver, the poor little thing
Is now yellow, oh, what a disgrace!



And that's what I mean when I say or I sing,
"Oh, bother the flowers that bloom in the spring!"

Tra la, la la la la, tra la, la la la la,
Oh, bother the flowers of spring.

(With apologies to W.S. Gilbert.)