The Hoover Song Lyrics

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!