This thing called vole, well I just can’t handle it. I must get around to it, little vole, but I am not ready.
Crazy little thing called vole (hi vole), well it cries (like a baby) in a cradle all night because I agreed to let it sleep in my apartment. Then because it is nocturnal at about one in the frickin morning i starts to swing and jive and shake all over like a…
Like a jellyfish.
I kind of like it, this crazy little vole. It even knows how to rock and roll. It gives me hot and cold fever because it had the flu.
I am going to take a long ride on my motorbike and you can sit in the sidecar with your little helmet, crazy little thing called vole.
Crazy little thing called vole!