The Yodelling Hoover

Everything goes down, oh yeah

The jewels in the crown, oh yeah

She don't know why she does it, oh no

Maybe just because it tickles, yeah

You're very French

But your hearts a target for the East

There she goes again

Singing like a drain

Sucking on a brain

Crawling through a train

Oozing with a snake

Hope it doesn't break

Squash it on your cake

Deeply in a lake

I'm very dry

But my lips are tainted by your heart

Here come the yodelling hoover

She's gonna yodel over you

She's gonna yodel over you, yeah

Baby/Tell me what's the use

Of being an excuse

Your dust encrusted rust

Your desiccated lust

Of other people stuff

You never get enough

And everything you see

It goes into your mouth

She's very fat

But he hearts encrusted by those fans

Here come the yodelling hoover

She's gonna yodel over you

She's gonna yodel over you

Here come the yodelling hoover

She's gonna yodel over you

She's gonna yodel over you

She's gonna yodel over you

She's gonna yodel over you