
I am trapped inside the Hoover with no bag
I have no arms and wooden is my leg
It rained last night the grass grew on my head
If my hair gets thinner I’ll be sad
My weight is going down but knees still ache
Send me the cobbler for a cake
I am trapped inside the Hoover with no bag
I have no arms and wooden is my leg
It rained last night the grass grew on my head
If my hair gets thinner I’ll be sad
My weight is going down but knees still ache
Send me the cobbler for a cake