[Verse] In the land of banjos, where the strings ring sweet There's a man who found love in a pickle's heartbeat He found solace in the crunch, and joy in the brine His love for Polish pickles, oh, it's one of a kind [Chorus] Banjos strummin' and pickles in jars Strings playing softly under moonlit stars He found love in the tangy, the sour and the sweet Pickles and strings, a love that can't be beat (ooh-wee)