I'm gonna play the auto harp and I'm gonna sing.

Mike Belden and Sandy Ricks, boy millionaires!

He drove his fancy auto up and took her out to spark.

Well, ring the secretarial pool, Rick!

No, not when you have the whole front yard to plow, and corn to plant, and taters, turnips, rutabakers, and onions, and oats, and barley, and watermelon.

Quicks Jethro and me.

Then comes the light of the moon, and we'll plant our corn and our beans and our tomatoes.

Fixing the plow and plant.

This being the dark of the moon, we'll plant the things that grow underground first, like our taters and our turnips and our onions and our beets and our radishes.

By their efficiency and modern methods, they raise better crops and more of them than you and I could ever hope to.

Pa and Jethro's bringing the plow.

Sittin' back here hidin' and loafin'.

And here are nuts from South America.

Now let's get busy and start plowing.

And we ain't gonna wait much longer.

Jethro, you take him in the house and put some shoes on him and some dry clothes.

Now you get in the kitchen and get some breakfast on the table, and we'll be in directly.

City living has made you soft and lazy.

And over here are bananas from Central America.

And I think you'll find it very rewarding.