 I love you. A bushel and a peck. A bushel and a peck. And it beats me all to heck. Beats me all to heck. How I'll ever tend the farm. Ever tend the farm when I want to keep my arm. How about you? How about you? How about you? The cows and chickens are going to the dickens. I love you. A bushel and a peck. You bet your birdy neck that I do. Do-do-do.