Out in the garden, sweat on my brow
Cursing these green ones, ain't got no time now
Sun beating down, it's a brutal affair
Waiting for tomatoes, they better beware
Turn red, you fucking bastards, I need you ripe and true
Turn red, you fucking bastards, I'm counting on you
Give me the color, give me the taste
Don't make my effort go to waste
Watering and weeding, day after day
Hoping these plants will soon find their way
From green to red, it's a long, hard fight
Come on, tomatoes, get it right
Turn red, you fucking bastards, I need you ripe and true
Turn red, you fucking bastards, I'm counting on you
Give me the color, give me the taste
Don't make my effort go to waste
Late at night, dreaming of the day
When these tomatoes won't be green and gray
Red and juicy, ready to pick
Hurry up, you bastards, or you'll make me sick
Turn red, you fucking bastards, I need you ripe and true
Turn red, you fucking bastards, I'm counting on you
Give me the color, give me the taste
Don't make my effort go to waste
Turn red, you fucking bastards, I need you ripe and true
Turn red, you fucking bastards, I'm counting on you
Give me the color, give me the taste
Don't make my effort go to waste
Turn red, you fucking
Turn red, you fucking bastards, turn red tonight
Turn red, you fucking bastards, make everything right