She was the altar girl proper in olden days
Now whipped up by the dream she’s been waiting on
It’s not bad

She, copper, she was a shipper
Come away
Shaking her graveyard hips
Cemetery lips
She licked them
Like this

Itchy berries and cuckoo spit
She’s in love, she can’t handle it
Eyes like a Hutu
She got eyes like a Hutu

Tired of talking, took a walk outside
Through the traffic and the firing line
Skirts and boots, she’s looking fine
All your woman, all the time

Eyes like a Hutu
Eyes like a Hutu
Oh, she got eyes like a Hutu

Shaking the fire in the wandering sun
Oh inspired
Oh life can be so much fun
So much fun

She comfort in the corner
Like a fiery, like a fiery, like a fiery, like a fiery one
And now she’s learning to play the drum
[Scat singing]
Oblivion

Itchy berries and cuckoo spit
She’s in love but she can’t handle it
Eyes like a Hutu
She got eyes like a Hutu

What you said?

Itchy berries and cuckoo spit
She’s in love, she can’t handle it
Eyes like a Hutu
She got eyes like a Hutu
Like a Hutu