Yodel o-dela-yia-iay, strap on big belt buckles and leather boots and alternate your falsetto with L and vowel sounds.
Yodel as I mail my doctor bills, Lai-eo-ladio, yodel in my ex-wife's face, Lo-delai Le-ola-ai, yodel all over the god damn place.
I can't stay sour while I yodel, Ho-de-Lay, it's the magic bitter to sweet sing-song butter for the soul.
