I found my love in a grocery shop, Selling pickles and egg-plants and bottles of pop; She asked me to try her asparagus tips, And I fell for the smile on her ruby red lips.
Chorus: Green stamps were all she gave, Green stamps were all I took, Green stamps were all I saved, So I pasted them all in my green stamp book.
I'd go every day just to gaze at her face, And in no time at all I had bought out the place. Though ne'er did I e'er taste her ruby red lips, I own four thousand cans of asparagus tips.
Whenever I'm lonely or tired or blue, I go to my bookshelf and here's what I do: I reach for that book and then with loving care, I count every green stamp that's pasted in there.