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!