Calaveras: Music

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Just the same old story--a guy forced into a life of involuntary yodeling.

Yodelin' blues

I’m stuck up on this mountain called the Matterhorn
Chasing sheep and wishing I was never born
They make me eat Muesli, the Swiss brand of Total
They let me sing the blues, but only if I yodel
From Berne to Lucerne you can hear me shout the news
This boy’s got a case of those yodelin’ blues
Yodelladey, yodelladey adey hoo.

My knees are knocking and my leg hairs are frozen
From standing in the snow in my liederhosen
We got no baseball, we got no place to surf
Just pine trees and goat cheese and gift shops full of smurfs
From the meadow to the ghetto you can hear my falsetto singing
This boy’s got those yodelin’ blues
Yodelladey, yodelladey adey hoo.

I thought I had a shot at dating Katarina Witt
Then she ran off with that skier and treated me like--dirt
I guess I'll never jetset with the high and mighty
I'll be lucky if I ever get to diddle Heidi
Diddle Heidi diddle Heidi diddle Heidi diddle Heidi ho.

Our chocolates and our watches are all overpriced
We're neutral cause our army just has little red knives
Our cheese is full of holes and we live next door to the French
And with all those sheep and goats ach du lieber what a stench
From Berne to Lucerne you can here me shout the news
This boy’s got a case of those yodellady, yodellady, yodellady, yodellady, yodelin’ blues