Got a job out on a farm, Just a garden and a barn, Picking fruits and vegetables all day But when all my work is through, When I'm craving more for you. Listen, Dear, to what I've got to say: When I'm picking the beets, Dear, That's when my heart beats for you When I'm picking blueberries, That's when I feel blue for you When I'm picking those onions, That's the only time I cry for you But when banana skins are falling, I'll come sliding back to you. When I'm picking tomatoes, That's when I catch up to you When I'm picking sweet corn, Dear, I know you're so sweet and true When I'm picking hot peppers, Then my heart just burns with love for you But when banana skins are falling, I'll come sliding back to you. When I'm picking a radish, Like your reddish hair, it glows When I'm picking the turnips, I can see your turned-up nose When I'm picking the garlic, Then I breathe my love to you so true But when banana skins are falling, I'll come sliding back to you!