Wontcha Come Be My Friend Lyrics by Roger Miller

Wontcha Come Be My Friend Lyrics

    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¡­¡­¡­.

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