Is it the way you’re speakin’
Is it because I’m peakin’
Twistin’ your face, thumb in hand,
But you
Gotta have your own space to play in
A collection of glass chickens
Oh Vernie, what a garden you have
Maybe it’s the snuff under your lip
Or maybe caramel cake covered Christmas
Oh a flower you are to my land, but I
No I cannot deny the beauty
If I had a heart I would want it
To be like Vernie’s
Oh what a heart that she has
Roaming through the cupboard jar of
Pickles never —
Opened since nineteen eighty three
Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down
The aisle —
Singing gallantly
I wish I could be
I wish I could be
I wish I could be
I wish I could be
I wish I could be
A little more like Vernie
Oh, I wanna be
I wanna be a little more like Vernie
