Grandaddy and I did toil
From morn to sundown, hands in soil
We grew those sweet green peas until our fingers, they were raw
The peas were ripe, the pods they grew
The sweet green peas were all we knew
We'd pick them all with just the two of us down in the fields

Grandaddy would then grade the peas
To check for those anomalies
If it didn't score an A, you see
He'd throw the darn pea out
There was a special song he'd sing
He'd sing it as he sorted through
Next time you might think of him
When we sell our peas to you

This is the Top of the Crop
And if it wasn't you would blame us
A Grade-A pea you see
We don't serve Grade-B or C
We'd never stoop down to D

So you can taste the A-ness
You can taste the A-ness, in your mouth
You can taste the A-ness
You can taste the A-ness
You can taste the A-ness
Taste the freshness
Taste the greenness
Taste the sweetness
Really taste the Pea-ness

Grandaddy checks the A-ness
So you can taste the Pea-ness
Grandaddy checks the A-ness
So you can taste the Pea-ness
Grandaddy checks the A-ness
So you can taste the Pea-ness
Taste the freshness
Taste the greenness
Taste the sweetness
Really taste the Pea-ness

But what of dear old Grandmama
The real brains behind the farm
While grandad had grade-A for tea
He'd fob her off with B or C
So late at night, she'd sneak around
She picked the best peas that she found
She had the sweetest peas of all
She'd played grandaddy for a fool

Grandmama had Her Peas
Grandmama had Her Peas in her mouth
Grandmama had Her Peas
Grandmama had Her Peas
Grandmama had Her Peas
Grandmama had Her Peas