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