If you’re asked by a girl who comes up to you
what really she needs to make her toes curl
Tell her to see if bushed lipped men will do
Do try to find the mustache that yodels
For he goes yodeling, yodeling
down in the valley
That’s where the mustaches learn to strike true gold
Yodeling, yodeling
down in the valley
That kind of talent never gets old
To keep up appearances one must give way
to dine with clean cut, boring young men
Your parents are pleased, but at the end of the day
Do try to find the mustache that yodels
For he goes yodeling, yodeling
down in the valley
That’s where the mustaches learn to strike true gold
Yodeling, yodeling
down in the valley
That kind of talent never gets old
A clean shaven man can never do things
to tickle you right in the places that matter
To hit the high notes and hear yourself sing
Do try to find the mustache that yodels
For he goes yodeling, yodeling
down in the valley
That’s where the mustaches learn to strike true gold
Yodeling, yodeling
down in the valley
That kind of talent never gets old
Here, let me wipe off a spot for you to sit.