Текст (слова) песни: Roger Miller - 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-naЎЎЎ.
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-naЎЎЎ.
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