The beets grow on, the beets grow on!
The greens we grind in rhythm to our cud.
La di la di dee, la di la di da
Turnip greens were once the rage, uh-huh
Summer has turned the page, uh-huh
Beet greens are now the thing, uh-huh
Chomping greens we eat like a king, un-huh
The beets grow on, the beets grow on!
The greens we grind in rhythm to our cud.
La di la di dee, la di la di da
The garden is our super mart, uh-huh
When it is gone it breaks our hearts, uh-huh
The male person marches off for beets, uh-huh
We love it when we get a treat, uh-huh
The beets grow on, the beets grow on!
The greens we grind in rhythm to our cud.
La di la di dee, la di la di da*
*with all due respect to Sonny Bono
