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
    Roaming through the cupboard jar of
  pickles never opened since 1983
  Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle
  Singing gallantly
    I wish I could be
  A little more like Vernie
  Oh, I wanna be
  I wanna be a little more like Vernie