You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting corn, he’s planting wheat
His little farm is down the street

You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting corn, he’s planting millet
Your eyes are huge, just like a skillet

You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting corn, he’s planting scallions
His people come from a long line of Italians

Whistle

You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting corn, he’s planting leaks
They’re good each day of the week

You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting corn, and rutabagas
With seeds that come from Venezuela

You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting corn, he’s planting shoes
If they don’t grow, we’ve got nothing to lose

You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting corn, he’s planting flowers
They grow a foot every hour

Whistle

You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting corn, he’s planting wheat
His little farm is down the street

You are a ghost, you are a charmer
Look there is jones, he is a farmer
He’s planting wheat, he’s planting corn
I am so glad that you were born

(lyrics: Dan Bern)