Lyrics

Vacuum Song Gwen Swick

If cleanliness were next to godliness, you?d never know
Sunday church was our great joy, cleaning our sorrow
But once a month no matter the mood, the day of the week or weather
We?d scrub and wash, air and dust, pull out the big old Hoover and we?d

Sing a song that my mama sang when she vacuumed up the floor
It?s a melody that I always hum when I hear that machine roar
I dance on the rug as that tune tugs on my heart
I have this memory, and it keeps her close to me

Mama always said I hope you don?t grow up like me
When I see the dirt come rolling in I just want to let it be
She said the only work that I don?t mind is the music in my ear
And if this kind of chore could earn me a living, I?d start a new career

Sing a song that my mama sang when she vacuumed up the floor
It?s a melody that I always hum when I hear that machine roar
I dance on the rug as that tune tugs on my heart
I have this memory, and it keeps her close to me


The kids at school made fun of us, we said we didn?t care
And we secretly blamed Mama for our mess everywhere
But in three weeks? time when we needed to find books, pets, shoes, coats and toys
We all knew we were near through when we heard that motor?s noise

Now I live in an empty house, one bed, one table, one chair, no dust
And I don?t spend my days not cleaning, but thinking that I must
It?s stored in a closet, filter and hose, and once in a while I do
Plug it in, turn it on and remember how we used to

Sing a song that my mama sang when she vacuumed up the floor
It?s a melody that I always hum when I hear that machine roar
I dance on the rug as that tune tugs on my heart
I have this memory, and it keeps her close to me


Sing a song like my mama sang, sing a song like my mama sang..........