Album: Supersongs

Won'tcha Come Be My Friend


I live in the midst of a strawberry field
I pick the strawberries and hand some to you
And if the fruit doesn¡¯t suit you I¡¯ll hand you some flowers
A strawberry field is a rose garden too

And I love it, every day of my life
I love my children and I¡¯m true to my wife
And I love you, won¡¯tcha come be my friend
You may never get another chance to be insane again

Na-na-na¡­¡­¡­.

I¡¯m rich so I¡¯m able to do as I choose
So I cut paper dolls out of yesterday¡¯s news
I shop at the market, I dine at the grand
My uncle plays drums in a twenty piece band

And I love it, every day of my life
I love my children and I¡¯m true to my wife
And I love you, won¡¯tcha come be my friend
You may never get another chance to be insane again

Na-na-na¡­¡­¡­.