Baby come tell me 'bout your tree-house

And your candy-strped 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 babe 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 babe 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