Not for all the rice in China,
Not for all the grapes in France,
Would I exchange the pleasure
That I get from every measure
When we dance

Not for all the kilts in Scotland,
Not for all the bulls in Spain,
Would I give up arriving
At your house although you're
Driving me insane.

Not for all the onions in Bermuda
Or the cheeses that are made by the Swiss
Would I exchange that first kiss
That you gave me.

Not for all the beans in Boston,
Not for all the knobs on doors,
Would I agree to part with
All the joy you filled my heart with
When you said, "I'm yours".