Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness, how delicious
When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
"Mister, here's your mule!"
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas
Eating goober peas
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Delicious goober peas
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
Goodness, how delicious
Eating goober peas
I think my song has lasted almost long enough
The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas
Eating goober peas
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness, how delicious
Delicious goober peas