Farmer's Market

Once was a girl, and she was right from the sticks

Thought she'd go out to the market one day

And, hey, we could sure say of the town

She was the toast, really the most

We don't wanna boast, but

Scads of lads would all surround her

City slickers sure would hound her

She went to the market place, and what did she see?

Crew cut and cute with a crazy goatee

What a blend, he was the end, sellin' beans

Dressed in his jeans, what a buy

She was heard to cry

I got beans at a bargain, little girl

Won't  you step right up?

Cast your eyes upon my ware and you will have no other care

There'll be no other worry there if you see the crazy fare

You'll have when they are cleaned and cooked and crazy on the table

I got them fresh this very morning from the backyard

And I picked 'em all myself

I hoped that you would come alone and buy my beans

Because what I'm tryin' to say is, they taste so good

They taste so very, very, very good

Take advantage of a bargain, come and apply some

We got string beans, snap beans, lima beans

We got the very kind of beans

That I would like to put right in your pressure cooker

Pretty baby, don't you see what I mean?

They're the finest of beans, coolest of beans

They are the best beans that you could find

At this or any other market place

What are you tryin' to prove with all your talk of beans?

Yes, I know that they look crazy

But they're just beans, only beans

And they will have to go because there's something you should know

Although I think your beans are great

Well, you can leave 'em off my plate

'Cause they're not my favorite dish

I like greens, I can't stand beans

And I cannot bear to have those seeds around

And I will tell you furthermore, that, though, they are fit for queens

I only like jelly beans, now you understand just what my feelings are

Hey, let me say

I am not the guy

Who's supposed to sell the beans

It's a means

To you

'Cause I knew

That I

Should be your guy

Come, baby, let me try

Once there was a drummer, he was straight from New York

Tourin' the country with Wardell Gray and, hey

We could sure say of the drums, he was the toast

Really the most

We don't wanna boast, but

All the crazy chicks would sound him

All the crazy bands would hound him

Then one day, he saw the one that made his head whirl

He met and married the same little girl, what a blend

They are the end, they're a cool house with a pool

Crazy scenes, blame it on the beans