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 gla** 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