My Leeks

"My Leeks"

What you gon' do with all that veg?
All that veg agin your hedge?
I'm a gonna, get, get, get, me soup,
Make me soup, gonna make me poop.
My leeks, my leeks, my leeks, my leeks,
My veg, my veg, my veg, my lovely little leeks (Check ‘em out)

I grow these brothers yearly,
I start ‘em good an’ early,
I treat them really nicely,
They grow all by themselfes.
Thompson & Morgan-o,
Suttons and Burpee gro’
Dobies, they all be growin'
All my money I be spendin’
And time I’m spendin hoein,
You love my long cucumber,
My lovely little peas,
Black-eyed and green and runner,
And so I keep on rakin'

And hoein’ an transplantin’

You can keep on rakin’
It gets you hot and pantin’

You know just what I'm needin'

Some help with all that weedin'

My leeks, my leeks, my leeks, my lovely little leeks
You love my little leeks (I'm plantin’),
My leeks, my leeks, my leeks (I’m rantin’)
My leeks they got you (pantin’)