The White Stripes - Jumble Jumble lyrics

(woman says something unknown at the beginning)

Jumble, jumble, all at my house.
Come on over, sleep on the couch.
Can't even see ya', look like a mouse.

Crumble, crumble, the bag is brown.
Rip up the paper to hear a sound.
Pick up the pieces up off the ground.

Tumble, tumble onto the floor,
Roll over until you're poor.
Wave to me, I'm at the door.