Thrill me with your Green Stamps.   I love your little Green Stamps.   I took collecting Green Stamps.   I love the way they look.      Oh how I love to pick them.   I pick them up, and lick them.   I lick them, then I stick them   In my brown Green Stamp book.      All day and night I'm dreaming.   I'm dreaming of redeeming   My Green Stamps for a toaster,   So gleaming and deluxe.      Oh how it will thrill me,   And please me and fulfill me,   To know my toaster only cost me   Fourteen hundred bucks.      I drive up to the market.   I stop my car and park it.   I buy a lot of strange things   Of which I've never heard.      I buy, though it's not urgent,   Two truckloads of detergent,   Three hundred pounds of bird seed,   Though I don't have a bird.      Some extract of vanilla,   Enough to feed Godzilla.   Then I'll trade all my Green Stamps   For something I can drive.      A car is what I hope for,   What I bought all that soap for.   They promise me the first Studebaker   Made in 1965.