The Pickle Song Songtext
von Jim Cosgrove

Pickles, pickles, I like pickles
I like ′em better than on old fudgesicle
Pickles, pickles, I like pickles
Won't you give me a pickle?

Pickles, pickles, I like pickles
Don′t you know they make my tummy tickle
Pickles, pickles, I like pickles
Won't you give me a pickle?

Sliced ones, kosher ones, let's have a garlic one
I′ll eat pickles however they come
Sweet ones, dill ones, chopped up in relish ones
I like pickles, oh, yes I do!

Pickles, pickles, I like pickles
You got no pickles, I′ll take a nickel
Pickles, pickles, now I might sound fickle
But I prefer a pickle


I met a young man up in ol' Wisconsin
And he likes pickles
He asked me to write him a song about pickles
So, here′s your pickle

Sliced ones, kosher ones, let's have a garlic one
I′ll eat pickles however they come
Sweet ones, dill ones, chopped up in relish ones
I like pickles, oh, yes I do!

Have you heard about the alpha-pickle?
It starts off with an ackle, bickle
Cickle, dickle, eickle, fickle, gickle
Hickle, ickle, jickle, kickle

Lickle, mickle, nickel, oikle
Pickle, quickle, rickle, sickle, tickle
Uickle, vickle, wickle, xicle, yickle, zickle
That's the alpha-pickle

Sliced ones, kosher ones, let′s have a garlic one
I'll eat pickles however they come
Sweet ones, dill ones, chopped up in relish ones
I like pickles, oh, yes I do!


Pickles, pickles, I like pickles
I like 'em better than on old fudgesicle
Pickles, pickles, I like pickles
Won′t you give me a pickle?
Won′t you give me a pickle?