low hangin' fruit

when 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 thong 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. 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

it smell like a skunky

come on! come on! come on! come on!