The Hoover Song

Every morning, every morning When her boys are off to school Every morning, every morning When her boys are off to work The all American housewife She puts on her machine The all American housewife She finally feels free To sing along, sing along Sing along her own hoover song To sing along, sing along Till really all the dust is gone It's hard work, its hard work This lady she told me It's hard work but it's lovely Because the singing makes you free! So put aside the furniture Put aside the beds Because you will wannabe hoovering Hoovering till you're dead! Try singing with the angels Try singing loud and clear Don't be afraid of no neighbor Because no one near will hear! Try singing with Shoshone Try singing with the Sioux The Choktaw and the Blackfoot And all the rhythms true! Come singing with the Shaman Try summoning the winds The rivers and the mountains The mysteries within! So dress up for the concert Put on your best shoes Because you will wannabe hoovering Hoovering yourself loose! Hoovering, hoovering Hoovering all day long Hoovering, hoovering Till really all the dust is gone!