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 its the snuff under your lip
Or maybe caramel cake covered in 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
you see Roaming through the cupboard jar of
pickles never opened since 1983
my Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle
singing gallantly
I wish I could be
I wish I could be a little more like Vernie
I wish I could see
I wish I could see a little more like Vernie