Well, me and Kage are hungry We're hungry for some fruit We wander through the garden It would be a hoot
To eat some low hangin' fruit We're on a freaky pursuit Don't want no high class model in designer fuckin' bathing suit We want the low hangin' fruit
Me and Kage are horny We're lookin' for a snack Lookin' for a plump one With a tasty crack
We want some low hangin' fruit She wear the beekeeper suit She got the shit-kickin' boot We need the low hangin' fruit
She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes And the butt-floss 'long with fried green tomatoes And she love that song we sing for the ladies Come on! Oh my god!
Rip-snort and a flip-florp fiddly-fjorp... [scat]
Low hangin' fruit She wears a pink parachute She got the fly tattoo and the honky-tonky daisy dukes We love the low hangin' fruit
Because the high-class fruit is not gonna fuck me But the low-class fruit is sweet chunky monkey When you smoke that fruit, you smell like a skunky Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!