CHORUS:
Ginko belle, ginko belle,
Ginko's good, you say.
Homeopathy's your guide:
"Try some horse-nettle soufflé."

CHORUS

A dash of ginko in the horse-nettle soufflé.
In the fields it grows
Natural, like hay.

Belladonna's the thing
To make hearts beat right.
Hope this fungus will not bring
Mortality tonight. Oh. . .

CHORUS (2x)

These days there's mistletoe
Above our heads, so high.
You want to take a bite,
I tell you, you will die.
"A corpse you'd be," I rant
If you should take a shot
At eating that poisonous plant
I'd have to buy a plot." Then. . .

Ginko belle, ginko belle,
On each mortal day
I would come and stand astride
Your grave, covered with hay.

Ginko belle, ginko belle,
I'd cut it away.
And plant flowers that I'd eyed--
An inedible bouquet.