Roger Miller - Won'tcha 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