Bye-bye, Ma, I'm heading out With a girl who looks just like autumn time
Summertime was never for me It's fall time so we don't gotta dress for the heat
We're out here were smashin' pumpkins Like Pop's and Ma back in 1979
Oh, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la
We are heading out down to West Virginia It's already south so we'll make the best of it
Cherry, Picking, Perfect, Winter squash La-la-la, la-la-la
So desperately I'd lose
Myself, my friends, my love for you I don't know where to go I'm always searching for the truth
I've been so out of tune Since the summer of 22 I'm losing all my youth I wanna let go of you
My Fellow Winter Squash Oh, la-la-la, la-la-la
We are heading out down to West Virginia It's already south so we'll make the best of it
Cherry, picking, perfect, Winter squash
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We are heading out down to West Virginia It's already south so we'll make the best of it
Cherry, picking, perfect, Winter squash
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh