my hoover is howling
all those dirty clothes
keeps spinning
in the endless typhoon
plummer keeps me waiting
feels like dust never sleeps
i asked for my dearest
hey honey how are you
are we gonna have tonight
some onion soup

yeah and she said
yeah and she said

standing on a bill hill
jets are giving me tone
my mind is crawling
into a silvery sea
cruise control on the loose
lizards licking my toes
ever lasting grass
under my running shoes
am i enough happy
am i ehough fast
oh lord gimme onion soup

yeah and she said
yeah and she said