Don't your peaches, they look mellow, hanging way up in your tree.Don't your peaches, they look mellow, hanging way up in your tree.Get up there among your yellow peaches, you'll never know they're sweet.Every time I decide to climb your tree, baby, I wonder what makes you smile.Every time I decide to climb your tree, baby, I wonder what makes you smile.Get up there among your yellow peaches, you'll never know they're sweet and mild.Don't forget me, step right up, baby, climb up on your top, top limb.Don't forget me, step right up, baby, climb up on your top, top limb.Get up there among your yellow peaches, and it's gonna be too bad, Jim.And it's gonna be too bad, Jim.