Baby, come tell me 'bout your tree-house And your candy-striped pet mouse And your car that has feet Hey, come tell me 'bout your eyebrows that meet And my baby, won't you tell me 'bout your chilblains? And your right eyeball's growing pains And your purple tractor that sings Hey, come tell me all of those things But if you want to tell me some more Think you can Oh baby, tell me 'bout your lover man You know I'm talking 'bout him He's one that's strutting around Each time I get out of town You know the one that I mean He's one that's stealing my scene away Baby, I'm talking 'bout him Oh baby, won't you tell me 'bout your black rose? And the garden where your love grows Among the cabbages and beans Hey, come tell me why your primroses are green But if you want to tell me some more Think you can Oh baby, tell me 'bout your lover man You know I'm talking 'bout him He's one that's strutting around Each time I get out of town You know the one that I mean He's one that's stealing my scene away Baby, I'm talking 'bout him He's one that's stealing my cream away Baby, I'm talking 'bout him Talking 'bout your lover man, talking 'bout him