The Yodelling Hoover (The Soft Boys)

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