I'm a silly one, you're a dopey, too,
And it's a co-wrangle do-right opinion stew.
You're a silly one, and I'm a dopey, too,
But when the two of us start talking
It's a co-wrangle do-right opinion stew.

There's so much beauty here,
Oh, such a pretty place,
But as opinions go,
I would rather lose the race
Than try to run fatser
Mix matters, do
One more better than you.

If I were a finer soul, I could just appear the truth,
But as it is, my friend, all that I can give you is this Baby Ruth,
And with these chocolate nuts stuck on our teeth and all,
We could sit here by the creek and smile on our cheek
All our quiet love.

You're a silly one, I'm a dopey, too,
And it's a co-wrangle do-right opinion stew.
I'm a silly one, but you're a dopey, too,
And when the two of us start talking
It's a co-wrangle do-right opinion stew.

Oh, dear, you lovey one,
I'm such a daffy-doo.
And here's the co-wrangle do-right,
Oh, ding-dangle sniff-strife,
I wish you'd come home and sift life through.
The do-wrangle did right,
But still life ain't lived right,
Oh, without you.

There is no such thing as mine.
And there is no such thing as homely.
There is no such thing as time,
It's just a word to only
Give us something more to talk about,
Something more to do,
Something less to wish more of,
And no one's more better than you.