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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

Yeah, he was a looker, could sing and write. What a loss.