I really don't like the taste   Of all those green apples   They don't seem to go away   I am tired of seeing   All of those green apples   I run into everyday      They are the cause of my troubles and pain   They are the reason for the wind and rain   I wish they all were dead   Why can't I just paint them red      I really don't like the taste   Of all those green apples   They don't seem to go away   I am tired of seeing   All of those green apples   I run into everyday      They are the cause of my troubles and pain   They are the reason for the wind and rain   I wish they all were dead   Why can't I just paint them red