Roger Miller - Won'tcha Come Be My Friend Lyrics
I live in the midst of a strawberry fieldI pick the strawberries and hand some to youAnd if the fruit doesnt suit you Ill hand you some flowersA strawberry field is a rose garden tooAnd I love it, every day of my lifeI love my children and Im true to my wifeAnd I love you, wontcha come be my friendYou may never get another chance to be insane againNa-na-na.Im rich so Im able to do as I chooseSo I cut paper dolls out of yesterdays newsI shop at the market, I dine at the grandMy uncle plays drums in a twenty piece bandAnd I love it, every day of my lifeI love my children and Im true to my wifeAnd I love you, wontcha come be my friendYou may never get another chance to be insane againNa-na-na.