Lord, you could hear him comin' up our road
In a 4-cylinder Model T with a mighty big load.
The poppin' and bangin' sent the chickens in flight,
Why, our big bull didn't stop runnin' til midnight.

The feller finally shut it down right here in our yard
And he rolled out of that car like a giant tub of lard.
He sure was a dandy, a crackerjack salesman no doubt.
T'was an awesome sight how he hauled that vacuum out.

"Howdy, neighbors," he grinned like a possum on the run.
"I got somethin' here that will get your cleanin'done."
Well, he brought that vacuum inside against my will,
But he was a smooth talkin' gent so I just kept still.

"This is the latest model and it won't let you down,"
He said as he opened a bag of dirt and spread it around.
Mama had a ragin' fit, wanted to shoot him with a slug.
"Easy," he said, holding the cord and looking for a plug.

"Mister," says I, "that looks like a most powerful thing.
"And I'll bet when you fire it up it commences to sing.
"But in your sales training someone sure missed the key.
"Get a broom and clean that up. We got no electricity."