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¡­¡­¡­.