Petunia The Gardener's Daughter I've gotta gal, oh what a pal The apple of my eye With something rare, a peach of a pear But her dad won't let us meet and I could die I love Petunia the gardener's daughter Oooh how that gal can kiss Her eyes are blue as bluebells Each cheek a rose to see How I dance when she plants her two lips on me I'm as daffy as a daffodil I long to kiss her all the time Tonight I'll st ...