What Sort of a Vuv? Rubidalia Poonglick ran a farm Where rotten tomatoes were grown. She had to go and borrow someone else's Vuv 'Cause she ain't got a Vuv of her own. One day she came a-knocking on my door, Wailing like she never wept before: (CHORUS) "What sort of a Vuv, What sort of a Vuv, What sort of a Vuv would do a thing like that? I don't know what sort of a Vuv, I don't know what sort of a Vuv, I don't know what sort of a Vuv would do a thing like that! What sort of a Vuv, What sort of a Vuv, What sort of a Vuv would do a thing like that? I wish you'd tell me what sort of a Vuv, I wish you'd tell me what sort of a Vuv, I wish you'd tell me what sort of a Vuv would do a thing like that!" Rubidalia Poonglick disappeared And never was heard from again. Some say she died from a broken heart For the Vuv who wouldn't remain. But on lonely nights when rain is falling, You can hear old Rubidalia calling: (CHORUS) Lyrics and Music by Alan Seidler and Timothy Aurthur ©1974 by Simian Press, A Div. of Ook Ook Productions, Inc.