Calaveras

 

Yodelin' Blues

02:21
Calaveras
05/01/1999
Greg Beattie

Story

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

Lyrics

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