(I bet you'd say what can make me feel that way, my gourd...)
Oh it's harvest time again,
Yeah, yeah, it's harvest time again.
Lonely times are over,
It's harvest time again.
The wheat is high, so high.
The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,
And down in the pumpkin patch, baby,
Sweeeeeeet luhuv abounds,
On the ground,
All around,
Yeah yeah!
Pumpkin love, pumpkin love, pumpkin love
Oh yeah!
Oh my baby's firm, ripe and orange,
Oooo, orange on the vine.
She's plump and oh so docile.
What I want she don't mind,
And I can take her when I want her,
My little love gourd's always kind.
Pumpkin love, pumpkin love, pumpkin love
Oh yeah!
She's so juicy, sweet, and prime,
She lets me hold her by her vine.
And then we do it, do it, do it
Yeah baby all the time.
And I know when she goes rotten
Any other will be fine.
Pumpkin love, pumpkin love, pumpkin love
Oh yeah!
