Low Hangin' Fruit

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!