Dear little tomato
You're growing up okay
But needing a gazpacho
There's a killer on the way
Say you want it again
A little dead red tomato
Say you want it somehow
Ketchup sauce for the ghetto
Bring it back I said to
The murderer again
Not only did he grab you
He stabbed you little friend
I'm sorry that I put you
In a messy purgatory
Though it's true that you're tasty
In a vegetable blend
Say you want it again
A little dead red tomato
Say you've got in your hand
Ketchup sauce for the ghetto
Say you want it again
Say you want it again
Say you want it again
Say you want it again
Say you want it again
Say that you want it again