Met a girl hates pickles
Said they make her sick
Got a craving for peaches
Every day thick
Juicy so sweet
Loves the way they taste
Pickles can't compete
No time to waste
Peaches in her hand
Pickles in the bin
Peaches in her mouth
Drives me to sin
Peach juice dripping down
Lips so ripe and round
Pickles out of town
Juicy joy we've found
Loves her peaches ripe
No brine for her to see
Peachy in the night
Tangy taste for me
Peaches in her hand
Pickles in the bin
Peaches in her mouth
Drives me to sin
Girls don't like those pickles
Make 'em all so sick
Crunchy green and sour
They just ain't that slick
In the garden of delights
Peaches she will find
Juicy sweet and tender
Oh they're one of a kind
Pickles make her grimace
Turn away in gloom
Throw 'em out the window
Clearin' up the room
In the garden of delights
Peaches she will find
Juicy sweet and tender
Oh they're one of a kind
Peaches mean a picnic
Underneath the sun
Pickle jars stay hidden
While they have their fun
Pickles just confusion
Hard to understand
Girls want that peachy feeling
Hold it in their hand